Went and caught some great rock-n-roll at the summons of my good friend Dale Russel of Outrider. His band played after Blackout. A lot of great bands and a great way to party after our wonderful Lughnasadh / Lammas ritual yesterday.
Lammas is derived from an Anglo-Saxon word, hlaf-mas, meaning “loaf-mass”. It is a festival to mark the annual wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring a loaf made from a new crop to church. The loaf was then blessed, and among Anglo-Saxon people, it might be used afterwards to work magic. A book of Anglo-Saxon charms indicated that the lammas bread should be broken into four bits, which were to be placed at the four corners of a barn, to protect the grain stored within.
Nation of laws with liberty and justice for all. An ideal worth striving for and with every citizen on board the dream can live.
“I was raised by parents who taught me to love and respect people regardless of their race or background, so I am saddened and frustrated by the divisive rhetoric and racial tensions that seem to be getting worse as of late. I know this country is better than that, and I can no longer stay silent. We need to find solutions that ensure people of color receive fair and equal treatment AND that police officers – who put their lives on the line every day to protect us all – are respected and supported.”
Just as it’s not a Jewish nation, or Muslim one, or an atheist one. It’s a nation where Christians, and all other beliefs, are free to live their lives without fear of persecution so long as they don’t harm others. But that doesn’t mean you get to claim the whole goddamned nation for yourself or use your religion to beat the rest of us about the head and shoulders. – Jim Wright, StoneKettle.com
The myth that America is a Christian nation is not only untrue, but promotes the pernicious idea that non-Christians are second-class citizens.
The ghost of rain on desert sand
No forest left to clothe the land
The battle’s done , we played our part
“Oh mere Dil gaya”… (Gone is my heart)
Knowing yourself, your surroundings, your situation and those around you are keys to unlocking the mystery of life and not tripping over the hazards. Knowing things can open doors and protect you from harm.
Know by the thread of music woven through
This fragile web of cadences I spin,
That I have only caught these songs since you
Voiced them upon your haunting violin.
October’s orchestra plays softly on
The northern forest with its thousand strings,
And Autumn, the conductor wields anon
The Golden-rod – The baton that he swings.
There is a lonely minor chord that sings
Faintly and far along the forest ways,
When the firs finger faintly on the strings
Of that rare violin the night wind plays,
Just as it whispered once to you and me
Beneath the English pines beyond the sea.
The lost wind wandering, forever grieves
Above grey mosses whispering of leaves
Fallen and dead.
And through the lonely night sweeps their refrain
Like Chopin’s prelude, sobbing ‘neath the rain.
The wild grape mantling the trail and tree,
Festoons in graceful veils its drapery,
Its tendrils cling, as clings the memory stirred
By some evasive haunting tune, twice heard.
It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong,
Voicing abroad its patriotic song.
Its daring colours bravely flinging forth
The ensign of the Nation of the North.
Elfin bell in azure dress,
Chiming all day long,
Ringing through the wilderness
Dulcet notes of song.
Daintiest of forest flowers
Weaving like a spell –
Music through the Autumn hours,
Little Elfin bell.
THE GIANT OAK
And then the sound of marching armies ‘woke
Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb
The lashing storms that muttered, overcome,
Choked by the heralding of battle smoke,
When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,
Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin
It trills its pure soprano, light and long –
Like the vibretto of a mandolin.
The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn,
And now the music sleeps –
Its benediction falling where the dim
Dusk of the forest creeps.
Mute grows the great concerto – and the light
Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night.
But through the night time I shall hear within
The murmur of these trees,
The calling of your distant violin
Sobbing across the seas,
And waking wind, and star-reflected light
Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.
Mama Gina (The Day the Pagans Came to Town) at Phoenix Phyre ~ Spring 2014
So, I shared the above picture on Facebook the other day and it sparked the following conversation with a friend which I thought was worth preserving and sharing.
Actually, that is the programming that many are finding out to be untrue. We have been taught to “do our civic duty”, voting is a privilege, right, patriotic etc. When in fact, to abstain from voting is just as much a right as any other.
And the freedom to disagree is the same one that guarantees the right to decline voting, as a boycott of a corrupt system. History is in favor of patriotism, but not always the people in the union. A lot of the programming is to perform according to design. Unfortunately, there are those that don’t see that. Not to mention, the process is not as it was 200 years ago when the concept became the process we have now.
I dig where you are coming from brother, I really do. I agree with you that the process is vastly corrupted from the one that existed 200 years ago. But, in my opinion, to stay home and stay quiet is no act of rebellion at all but simply a surrender and complicity in allowing the corruption to continue running amok unchecked. I would rather continue to take myself down to the polling places and vote for some third party candidate or anyone else whose values more closely match my own and at least have had my say. I would rather send a message to the corrupt establishment candidates that I am on to their game and I am not playing it in that way rather than stay home and let them think I’m simply apathetic. If one day my voicing my dissent leads to me being dragged off by the American version of the gestapo or inquisition for being a heretic then so be it. I will have at least had my say and not bowed down to their tyranny quietly.
I would like to add to this post that I have had some of my friends tell me that my position that I will probably vote for a third party candidate this election cycle means I’m “throwing my vote away” or that I am insuring (which ever of the establishment candidates the individual considers to be evil personified) will get in. The usual, tired old bullying argument used every election year to get people to stay within the establishment voting box. It works very well by the way. Most of the sheople do indeed comply. I would like to remind you that I live in the state of Texas. Texas has not sent a democrat to the white house since Jimmy Carter in 1976 and that isn’t likely to change in this election cycle. Take a look at this data from 270 To Win. They consider this state to be a safe bet as going to Trump in this election year and I am inclined to agree with this assessment. So, my voting for a candidate that expresses my own views on most topics isn’t going to make much difference in the grande scheme of things when it comes to where this state’s electoral votes end up going. But, I will have not been mistaken by the establishment as being merely apathetic and will have expressed my true views.
I would like to call everyone’s attention to the fact that it’s not all about who gets in the white house anyway. I applaud everyone who is actually awake and paying attention to what’s going on politically in the world. But look beyond the presidential election and see what your local congressional representatives, state representatives, city council members, etc. are up to because these people have a much heavier impact on things which will affect your life more directly. Stay involved, stay informed and stay active if you really want to change the way things are being run. It’s not all about the president.
If you can keep up with stats on your favorite sports teams or know what each Pokemon number is in the Pokedex or can keep up with your favorite fabrics, crafts supplies and other facts and figures that pertain to things which you enjoy in life then you can spend 5 minutes each day to look up how your representatives are voting on things which affect your life locally and beyond. You don’t vote just once every 4 years in the presidential election. You vote every single day when you choose to buy from companies that support child labor abroad or spend the money you give them to campaign against women’s health issues or against LGBTQ rights. If you think they care that you take the craft supplies they sell you and make Pagan related stuff or burn it in a bonfire you’re wrong. They happily take that money and spend it against YOU. Your vote matters and where you direct your money matters. So, I implore you, to pay attention to where your energy goes. Because it DOES MATTER.
That which is true is in accordance with fact or reality. Mark Twain once said, “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” Very true words, for what a tangled web we weave when we set out to deceive. It becomes more and more difficult to remember which lie we placed where. Truth is so much easier to keep up with.
KatsüK – OFFICIAL VIDEO – JUST In CasE
This song off the album, Out In The Wind, was inspired by the immutable and persistent Truth that consistently illuminates the media driven irrational discrepancies that have revolved around an event that has changed the whole world. Concurrently, it is dedicated to the first responders in New York that have somehow been swept under the rug of guilt by those who seek to remain “innocent” of crimes against the humanity. These shadows are waning in the coming Light, as is all our struggles. Be Well.
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods …
But there is no road through the woods.
If someone tries this please get back to me and let me know if it works out. I might want to try it out some time.
As above so below is often expressed alongside its counterpart, as within so without. Teachings which express these ideals elude to the notion that to study the universe is also to study ourselves, and conversely that it to study ourselves we may also be studying the universe. This is one reason why many ancient texts often dwell on both man and the universe together.
“This too shall pass” , in Persian: این نیز بگذرد, īn nīz bogzarad; Arabic: لا شيء يدوم, lit. “nothing endures”; Hebrew: גם זה יעבור, gam zeh ya’avor) is an adage indicating that all material conditions, positive or negative, are temporary.
It is in our nature to be out among the green and growing things because we are a part of the cycle of life. Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit.
Some might say that the above meme and the previous one about those who are ignorant of their past are contradictory but I disagree with such an assessment. There is a difference between being aware of your past and living in it.
Tuatha Dea – “Long Black Curl” from the album “Tufa Tales: Appalachian Fae”, inspired by the novels of Alex Bledsoe.
Wolves are a common motif in the mythologies and cosmologies of people throughout Europe and North America. The obvious attribute of the wolf is its nature as a predator, making it is strongly associated with danger and destruction. Because of this, it is often seen as a symbol of the warrior on one hand, and as an adversary on the other. The fabled stories of “The Big Bad Wolf” originate in this association. Wolves hold great importance in the cultures and religions of nomadic people in the Eurasian steppes and the North American Plains. In some cultures, the pairing of the warrior with the wolf gave rise to the idea of Lycanthropy, the mythical or ritual identification of man and wolf. Werewolves!
I have parted ways, however, with people who were being complete asses about their differing opinions.
I’m scrobbling my listening habits on Last.fm again after a 5 year hiatus. Curious to see what I’ve been listening to? Nah, I didn’t think so. But if you’re bored sometime drop on by there and see or check out my scrobbling widget here on the blog.