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  • WCFQ 41a: Love/Hate

    Have you ever hated yourself?
    hoshi_froide


    They say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. They’re the same emotion through a different lens. Those things you love most become the things you hate most when your love is betrayed. I loved my current job more than any other job I ever had. Now that they’ve betrayed my trust, I absolutely loathe the place.

    When you are a child, you love everyone and everything, including yourself. Integral to that love is your ability to trust. When and if you learn not to trust something you loved. Then you are primed to hate it. The more you loved something and the more it betrayed you, the more you find it in yourself to hate it.

    I’ve never hated myself. I’ve been disappointed with myself and hated my situation. (I still haven’t gotten over hating my species. We’re a sick, undeserving lot.) But I’ve never hated myself despite how people have tried to make me look at myself with disdain… through media or through insults.

    Hate isn’t something you can just do without exerting a lot of energy. Something has to deserve your hate for it to be as effortless as love. So it’s impossible to truly hate yourself. Of everyone, you deserve it least. Right?






    March 26th


    This is the start of the growing season in Slavic countries. Until today, the earth was pregnant, and it was considered a grave sin to plow the pregnant earth with iron.




    This is the birthday of Joseph Campbell, author and professor of mythology.




    The rite of Cybele and Attis continues with the Requietio, a day of repose or recovery from the festivities.





  • WCFQ 41d : Perfection, and impossible ideal

    Do you believe perfection CAN be achieved?
    Why, or why not?

    X_jshawty18_X


    I don’t believe in perfection. Oh I believe in the ideal of perfection, but I do not believe that perfection can exist for long. That’s not to say that it’s not something to strive for, but that it’s an ideal, not something that truly exists in any way.

    Perfection is something which if it did exist would probably create a reality destroying paradox. Like matter and antimatter or going back in time and killing your grandparents or meeting yourself. Perfection might be achieved for an instant before the nature of our imperfect reality would contrive to destroy it. Have you ever heard of that “perfect moment?” What if a moment is all you get? You achieve physical perfection for one instant without ever knowing you’ve done it, then you start aging, your cells deteriorating, you grow old, you die.

    Perfection is tenuous at best and easily destroyed by the smallest thing. Say you succeeded in achieving permanent perfection. Once perfection was achieved, you’d no longer be motivated to do anything. Why would you have any children? Children are the constant attempt to perpetuate and improve upon a concept, humanity. If you were perfect, there would no longer be a need to reproduce. Therefore by achieving perfection, you would become an evolutionary dead end and therefore invalidate your perfection. Pretty ironic, eh?

    So perfection cannot exist because by achieving perfection, you’d almost certainly invalidate it in the next instant. Even if it could be achieved and kept, it might not be what another being would consider perfection. They say one man’s heaven is another man’s hell, and one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure. There’s no guarantee that what you strive for and perceive to be perfection would be considered perfection by anyone but yourself.

    So in short, perfection is ephemeral and short lived. Can it be achieved? Maybe for an instant, but even if you could live in that moment forever, it might be something you’d come to regret… or not if you lost all perception of time in your perfect instant. The quest for perfection is not by any means a waste of time. The act of striving for perfection gives you goals; it makes you attempt to better yourself. Striving for perfection gives you purpose, but achieving perfection deprives your life of meaning.





    March 25th


    This is the Hilaria (festival of joy) or Lady Day. The resurrection of Attis and the onset of spring is celebrated with a sacramental meal and a day of joy and feasting. Those who castrated themselves become Gallicocks, dressing in women’s clothes and wearing perfumed oils.

    Lady Day became a strong tradition in Cornish and Welsh areas. Though the date varies, April 24th or Mid July, today’s date dominates. During Medieval times, this holy day was moved to April 4th and renamed in honor of St. Mark in an effort to break the pagan influence of the holiday.

    Eggs are buried in fields in Cornwall for fertility, everything is decorated with flowers, and there is feasting and dancing. Looking into a pool of rainwater while drinking fresh milk allowed young women to scry for a future mate. Dairy products were a major food of the feast.

    A woman who gives birth today is considered blessed by the goddess. The afterbirth is sacred and is offered back to the goddess in sacrifice. The famous Men an Tol, standing stones, in Cornwall is a site of fertility rituals for women having trouble conceiving. The woman passes herself nine times clockwise through a natural hole in the stones.



    This is one the days upon which it was asserted the world was created.



    Pope Innocent III established the Inquisition in 1199.



    On the 14th day of Pachons, the Day of cutting out of the tongue of Sobek is recalled.




  • Writers Choice Featured Questions Week 41

    five questions for this week

    unfeatured questions stolen from the featured question chatboard, dated from October of 2007

    Have you ever hated yourself?
    hoshi_froide

    What rights do humans have to use animals as they wish?
    WondersCafe

    Does the internet kill the art of conversation and make people less communicative with those they meet day by day?
    FANOFB16

    Do you believe perfection CAN be achieved? Why, or why not?
    X_jshawty18_X

    If you had a ring which would give you the power to turn visible and invisible as you wish and could get away with anything without getting caught, What would you do with it and why?
    Tally_Heart


    Answer any one or all of these questions in the coming week. I try to mix the whimsical with the serious here, so hopefully there is at least one question here for everyone.





    March 24th
    Today I saved the cutest (comparatively) little black jumping spider.
    He was about as big as my fingernail and just adorable.
    You don’t really need to know what happened yesterday, do you?


    This day is sacred to Prytania or Britannia, the guardian goddess of Great Britain (Albion).


    Heimdall, guardian of heaven equated with the archangel Gabriel is honored today.


    The Phrygian rites of Cybele and Attis begins tonight with the “day of blood.” The sacred pine tree and an effigy of Attis is buried in a tomb and a day of mourning, fasting, sexual abstinence, self-flagellation and self-mutilation commemorating the Mother’s grief follows. The High Priest playing the part of Attis draws blood from his arm and offers it as a substitute for a human sacrifice. That night the tomb is found brightly illuminated but empty, the god having risen on the third day. Initiates undertake the Mysteries and are baptized in bull’s blood at the Taurobolium to wash away their sins whereupon they are “born again.” They then become ecstatic and frenzied and recruits to the priesthood castrate themselves in imitation of the god.


    This is Dies Sanguinis, called Bellona’s Day in Rome.





  • Happy Ostara

    All cultures living in temperate climates celebrate the coming of spring with rituals and festivals. This was one of the most important of spring festivals among pre-Christian Germanic tribes, dedicated to the goddess Ostara, a goddess associated with the “east” and thus “dawn” and “morning light.” Ostara is a time to celebrate the renewal and rebirth of Nature herself, and the coming Summer. At the vernal equinox (6:44 AM EST March 20th, 2009), the world is poised on the brink of light and dark, suspended between the cold months and the new warmth of the growing season. Light and darkness are also in balance, as are masculine and feminine energy.

    Ostara is a fertility festival celebrating the rebirth of the God and the awakening of life from the Earth. Some Wiccan traditions worship the Green Goddess and the Lord of the Greenwood. It is one of the Lesser Sabbats, usually celebrated anywhere from March 19th to 21st. Some celebrate on the fixed date of March 25 (Lady Day), while others celebrate on the next full moon (a time of increased births). While the equinox is a solar holiday, Eostre is a lunar goddess. This may be viewed as symbolic of the goddess (the moon) and the god (the sun) coming together in completion. Other names by which this Sabbat may be known are Oestara, Esther, Eostre’s Day, the Rite of Eostre or Rites of Spring, Alban Eilir, Festival of the Trees, and the Bacchanalia. The Christian holiday of Easter is the first Sunday after the first Full Moon after the Vernal Equinox.

    According to the Venerable Bede (673-735), the Anglo-Saxons called the fourth month Eostur-monath for the goddess Eostra. Her festival became the celebration of Christ’s resurrection when Anglo-Saxon and German peoples were converted to Christianity. While English and German Christians still attach the name of Eostra to their most sacred holiday (Easter or Ostern), other European languages base the name on the Hebrew word “pasah,” to pass over, reflecting the Christian holiday’s Biblical connection with the Jewish Passover.

    The Spring-cleaning tradition derived from the old witches who would cleanse their space each spring and set up a “hedge” of protection. All motions involving scrubbing of stains or hand rubbing the floors should be done clockwise. This custom aids in filling the home with good energy for growth. Another Springtime tradition for ancient pagans and magicians was to dig a small trench (hedge) around the outer perimeter of their homes. At each quarter they would bury an egg. A modern practitioner might also add iron, old rusty nails, metal keys, old razor blades, pins and needles or witch bottles filled with the above items to diffuse magical attacks and negativity. (If you are unable to dig a perimeter, you can improvise by placing iron keys above your door, and pentacles and sigils drawn on pewter or parchment paper under your carpet or floorboards.

    As a time of cleansing and renewal, Ostara is an excellent time to begin some new projects It is an excellent month for prosperity rituals or rituals that have anything to do with growth. Spells for improving communications, fertility, and abundance are especially strong at this time. Some Pagan customs include ringing bells and lighting new fires at dawn for cures, renewed life, and protection of the crops. A common belief in nineteenth century Germany touted the curative properties of water drawn early on Easter morning. One nearly universal craft is decorating hard-boiled eggs.


    Eggs

    Eggs have long been a symbol of rebirth. They have been found among the grave goods of Anglo-Saxons, within the tombs of the Egyptians, and were placed on the fresh graves of the deceased in Greece. In ancient time, eggs were gathered for use in the creation of talismans and ritually eaten. The gathering of different colored eggs from the nests of a variety of birds has given rise to two traditions still observed today, the Easter egg hunt and coloring eggs in imitation of the various pastel colors of wild birds. Some believed that humankind was inspired by watching birds weave nests to begin weaving the first baskets. This is perhaps the origin of the association between colored Easter eggs and Easter baskets.

    Eggs are still used today in a variety of fertility rituals. In Sweden, eggs are thrown over the field before plowing. In Germany, they are thrown high in the air before sowing to ensure that the grain will grow just as high. In the Orkneys and Shetlands, boys would go from house to house, begging for eggs. On Sunday, they would build a fire in the hills and boil their eggs. Once they were cooked through, they would throw the eggs to see which would remain unbroken the longest before eating them. How high the eggs were thrown and how lucky the eggs were that remained unbroken the longest were taken as predictors of the growth of the crops and the luck of the year.

    The custom of coloring eggs seems to be limited to the Germanic countries, Slavic countries, and America. In Scotland and Ireland, the custom is virtually unknown. Each spring in Germany, bakery windows are filled with elaborately painted eggs. Eggs are also hung from flowering branches to make “egg trees.” Easter is celebrated in Germany more enthusiastically than it is anywhere else in the world with decorations go up a good month before the festival. There are parties, egg hunts, and other celebrations weeks in advance of Easter itself.

    In many places, it is traditional to keep Easter eggs or shells all year to ward the family and cattle against harm. They are also used specifically as a charm against hail and lightning. For this reason, great care and thought goes into the creation of egg decorations, egg-trees, and boiled and decorated eggs for eating.

    Ostara eggs can either be hard-boiled so that they may be eaten or blown while raw, removing the yolk and white while leaving the shell mostly intact for use as hanging ornaments to decorate your home or egg-tree. The traditional method for preparing eggs as decorations and luck-talismans for the coming year was to leave the egg intact and raw. The contents of the shell would eventually dry up completely over time, though there was the danger of a big stink if it was accidentally broken before then. The decorated raw egg is, magically speaking, the best type of egg to keep, as the life-potential of the egg remains within the shell.

    To blow an egg out, make a small hole with a needle at either end, being sure to pierce not just the shell but the yolk as well. Place your mouth over one end and blow gently until all the contents are out. If this doesn’t work, either you are not blowing hard enough, the hole is too small, or the yolk membrane is still intact. Reserve the raw egg for use in baking cakes or omelets. To hang the blown egg, use a piece of wire which is an inch or so longer than the egg and make a loop in one end. The wire may be used as the hanger by twisting the bottom end until it will not come back through the hole, or you can tie a piece of yarn or ribbon to the wire and pull it through the egg, tying it off at the bottom.

    Another use of blown eggs at Easter time is to make cascarones or confetti-filled eggs to break over Ostara celebrants. Take the blown egg and remove a circle of shell carefully at one end. Fill with confetti, then glue a small piece of tissue paper over the hole to keep the contents in place. Cascarones must either be decorated before the larger hole is made, or spray-painted after filling.

    Some natural dyes which have been used for eggs are carrot, red cabbage, and beets (for red); saffron and gorse flowers (yellow, orange, or brown, depending on the cooking times); spinach, artichoke leaves, sage, mint (green); beetroot, sunflower seeds, elderberry fruit/bark (purple); gall nuts, oak bark, elder twigs or bark (black). Onion peel can be used get any color from yellow to red to dark brown. The egg is gently cooked in a strong solution of whatever colorants you have chosen in water with a few drops of vinegar. The vinegar is a fixative. To vary the colors, mark patterns or portions of the egg with wax or a crayon to prevent the dye from adhering to that part of the shell.


    The Hare

    Eostre is a goddess of the moon, an ancient measurer of time. The lunar month of 28 days gives us thirteen periods in 364 days, equivalent to the solar year. The hare, though viewed as a symbol of fertility, is also a symbol of the moon. Ixchel, the Mayan Goddess of the moon, midwifery and weaving, has a rabbit totem. Mexican panels of 600-900 AD show her giving birth to and suckling a rabbit, and another shows the rabbit representing phases of the moon. The Egyptians called the hare Un, which means open, to open, and the opener. The month of April, the first month of the spring season, comes from the Latin “to open.” Un also means period of time. The hare as “opener” symbolizes the New Year at Easter, and the beginning of new life within the young. Since the hare can sleep with its eyes open, the Romans equated it with vigilance and believed that rabbits watched over everything. According to one story, Buddha placed the rabbit in the moon after it voluntarily gave itself as food for one of the Buddha’s hungry friends. In another, a rabbit jumped into a fire to feed a hungry Indra and out of gratitude, Indra placed the rabbit in the moon. Rabbits were significant totem animals however and eating them was prohibited in Britain and Egypt. A Scottish superstition suggested that eating rabbit was equivalent to eating one’s grandmother. In Asian myth, rabbits and the moon are virtually identical. The Rabbit in the Moon sweeps its surface clean with bound horsetails according to Japanese stories. The rabbit pounds rice into flour, making mochi which means both rice flour and full moon. The Sanskrit word, cacadharas also means both moon, and “that which carries the hare.”

    Rabbits also represent immortality and vitality. Pliny the Elder stated that rabbit meat enhanced one’s beauty and radiance for a week afterward, and Chinese myth believed rabbit meat was essential for vitality. According to Chinese myth, the rabbit is a symbol of longevity. Its fur turns white at age 100 and blue at 500. In Eastern Asian myth, rabbits created an elixir of immortality. The Algonquin trickster rabbit, Manabozho, is thought to embody all life-giving energy.

    In Greece, live rabbits were popular love gifts, indicating sexual intentions. European wedded couples in the Middle Ages exchanged rabbit-shaped rings. Rabbit’s popularity as a sex charm or fertility totem is related to its natural cycle. A rabbit’s gestation period is approximately one month, and it tends to be the first animal to give birth in the springtime, continuing to have litters of kits throughout the year. In Asian folklore, a rabbit may become pregnant simply by staring at a full moon, licking a male rabbit’s fur under a full moon, or running across a moon-lit water’s surface.


    Ostara Associations

    Symbols of Ostara: eggs, New Moon, the hare, butterfly cocoons
    Altar decorations: hard-boiled eggs colored and painted with magical symbols, wildflowers, a small potted plant, rabbit decorations
    Traditional Foods: leafy green vegetables, dairy foods, nuts and seeds (such as pumpkin, sunflower, sesame seeds, and pine), flower dishes (such as carnations cupcakes or nasturtium blossoms stuffed with a mixture of cream cheese, chopped nuts, chives and watercress), sprouts, eggs (hard-boiled, egg salad, or any way you like them), honey cakes, biscuits, ham, the first fruits of the season, spiced wine, fish
    Herbs and Flowers: crocus, daffodil, Easter lilies, ginger, gorse, honeysuckle, hyacinths, iris, Irish moss, jonquils, narcissus, olive, peony, snowdrops, violet, woodruff, and all spring flowers
    Colors: yellow, pink, light blue, green, all pastels
    Gems: amethyst, aquamarine, fluorite, jasper, moonstone, rose quartz
    Animals and mythical beasts: hares (rabbits), merfolk, Pegasus, snakes, unicorns
    Goddesses: all virgin goddesses, moon goddesses, goddesses of love, mother goddesses, androgynous deities, fertility goddesses; Eostre, Rheda (Teutonic), Ma-Ku (Chinese), Lady of the Lake, Blodeuwedd (Welsh-Cornish), Aphrodite/Venus, Persephone/Proserpine, Cybele, Gaia, Hera, Minerva/Athena (Roman/Greek), Isis (Egyptian), Coatlicue (Aztec), Ishtar (Babylonian)
    Gods: all gods of love, moon gods, gods of song and dance, sun gods, fertility gods; Adonis, Pan (Greek/Roman), Cernunnos, the Green Man, the Stag King, Robin of the Woods, Dagda, The Great Horned God, Lord of the Greenwood (English), Ovis (Roman Etruscan), Dylan (Welsh), Odin (Norse), Thoth, Osiris (Egyptian), Attis (Persian), Mithras (Greco Persian).
    Activities: Decorate or dye hard-boiled eggs. Plant seeds or start a magical herb garden. Take a long walk in nature. All forms of herb work (magical, medicinal, cosmetic, culinary and artistic) are practiced now. Go to a field and randomly collect wildflowers or buy some from a florist, taking one or two of those that appeal to you. Bring them home and divine their magical meanings by the use of books, your own intuition, a pendulum, or by other means. The flowers you’ve chosen reveal your inner thoughts and emotions.

    Some Ostara Links





    March 21


    The holy city of Tara was founded in Ireland by the Milesian princesses Tea and Tephi. A festival is held in conjunction with the Vernal Equinox, and a sacred fire is lit from which all other fires were kindled.


    The Coming Forth of the Great Ones of the House of Ra is recalled on the 6th day of Pachons.


    This is No Ruz or Nowruz, the New Year according to the Zoroastrian religion.




  • Let’s just say our days are numbered

    So, since I must now keep my work posts out of public hands, there’s a private post up for any friends who might wish to read about my latest trials and tribulations. If you’re on my friends list, your access is guaranteed. If you’re not and want to read it, send me a friend request.





    March 20th


    The Vernal Equinox occurs on or about the 20th of March. Alban Eilir is observed by the Druids. The Spring Equinox is celebrated with a festival in honor of Eostre, goddess of spring and dawn. Many call it Ostara, the name of the Teutonic virgin goddess of Spring. It was a very important Sabbat from Greece to the Nordic lands. In Egypt, it is the Pelusia, a festival of Isis as she caused the Nile to begin its annual flooding.

    It has become Easter in the Christian religion but retains its original theme of rebirth. At Ostara, day and night are equal. The Romans referred to this as Nox et Dies, when Ares made night and day run an even race. The Sun will begin to overtake the darkness of winter until its peak at the Summer Solstice in June. Daffodils, woodruff, violets, gorse, olives, peonies, irises, and all Spring flowers are sacred to the Spring Goddess. Foods associated with this holy day, are seeds, leafy green vegetables, spiced or flower cupcakes, fruits, and hard-boiled eggs. Seeds and eggs are symbols of fertility.


    This is the last day of the Persian Farvardigan festival of the dead.




  • I’m the One Who…. eats words for breakfast

    Honestly, when I saw this Featured Grownups topic, I immediately thought of a song (I’m the Man Who Murdered Love by XTC) which really has little to do with my post, but which popped into my head like Superman’s little extra-dimensional nemesis Mr. Mxyzptlk.

    As you can probably tell, I’m the one with some kind of weird sense of humor. I realized a long time ago, when I was more apt to cry than smile, that sometimes if you don’t laugh, you cry. I’m not an optimist by any stretch of the word, nor am I pessimist. But like Wednesday Addams, I am a morbid little ray of sunshine, unerringly finding something humorous in even the grimmest circumstances. I have a bit of the gallows humor about me, digging at the grumpiest people until I win a smile. I have a way of twisting words around, warping their intended meaning or stringing things along until the original intent of the speaker or writer is lost or more fully revealed. I pick things apart and slap them back together in a collage of inference.

    So more accurately, I am the one who loves words…. reading them, writing them, tracking them down and pinning them to paper like an exotic insect collection. I fear for the structural integrity of my room with all the bookshelves, packed to capacity with my book collections, old pulp weird fiction and new horror, science fiction and fantasy, occult, mysticism, mythology, history, religion… and some hard to classify topics. I’m the one who loves new ideas and written wit. I’m the weird girl who sits in a corner alone in a crowded room or cafe, chortling at some bizarre series of events set down in a book. I’d rather read than converse with anyone in that crowded room, because let’s be honest, an engrossing conversation is hard to find, but a good book can be revisited indefinitely.

    I’m the one who finds adventure between the lines. Every sentence read or written is another step in a journey of a hundred thousand words. A new idea is like another lens added to a jeweler’s magnifying glass, not creating a new perspective so much as revealing it. Given a choice between eating or reading, it would be a long time before I chose food. When I was a child, I passed up many meals and even sleep in favor of finishing a book. Words fill places food and rest cannot. Words are like seeds. No one knows what they will eventually grow into or how they will alter the jungle of your mind until the moment of epiphany, when an idea suddenly pops into bloom. Even dead and forgotten ideas fertilize future meme blossoms. My mind is a riot of color and growth, unpruned by close mindedness. Words are like rain and sunshine to the garden of my mind.

    I am the girl who consumes the world like alphabet soup, letting tendrils of thought twist and flower into new ideas on a whim.





    March 19th


    Akitu is a ten day long Babylonian festival held in memory of the marriage of heaven and earth.




    In Greece, this is known as the Micra (lesser) Panathenaea in honor of Athene. This became the Quintania or Quinquatrus in honor of Minerva in the hands of the Romans. The Panathenaea is the most ancient and most important of Athenian festivals. The Lesser Panathenaea is celebrated every year, with the Megala (greater) Panathenaea held every fifth year and in the third year of every Olympiad. Only later was the Micra Panathenaea moved to spring, perhaps by Roman influence to make it correspond to the Quinquatrus of Minerva. The date of the Micra Panathenaea in the earlier Greek period was May 5th.

    In the lesser festival, there are three games conducted by ten presidents. On the evening of the first day, there is a race with torches. On the second, there is gymnastic combat and trials of strength and bodily dexterity. The last is a musical contest, instituted by Pericles, and concerts are performed. The poets compete in four plays, called the tetralogia, the last of which is a satire. The victor in any of these games is rewarded with a vessel of oil and a crown of olives (which are sacred to the goddess), which grew in the grove of Academus.


    Other ceremonies were added, such as a procession in which Minerva’s sacred peplos, or garment, is carried. Woven by a select number of virgins called ergazika, from ergos, “work,” the peplos is white or saffron and sleeveless with gold embroidery detailing the achievements of the goddess. Two of the arrephoroi, young virgins between the ages of eleven and seventeen, attend the ergazika. The arrephoroi wear white with ornaments of gold.


    In the ceramicus outside the city near the Hill of Ares, a ship is built. From this, Minerva’s peplos is hung as a sail. The ship is taken to the temple of Ceres Eleusinia and then to the citadel where the peplos is placed upon Minerva’s statue. The statue lies upon a bed (plakis) woven or strewed with flowers.


    The Quinquatrus or Quinquatria in honor of Minerva continues for five days. The first day of the festival commemorates her birth and the founding of her temple, the Minerva Capta. All those whose employment fall under the protection of the goddess celebrate Quinquatria. Students have a holiday during the festival, and begin a new course of study when it is over. Teachers receive their yearly stipend at this time – the minerval. Women and children (as spinners and weavers), artisans and artists, and poets and painters observe the festival of Minerva.




    Eyvind Kinnrifi is a martyr for Odin, remembered today.




    The Elizabethan statute against witchcraft was enacted in 1563.



  • WCFQ 40d: Love, Love, Love

    Why do you think humans are so obsessed
    with finding ‘love’ or being ‘in love’?

    ilove_shaveice

    I think the need for love is an outgrowth of the need for acceptance, coupled with an “addiction” to the hormones and pheromones that make us “feel good.” It’s not a nature or nurture thing; it’s a bit of both.

    From the earliest age, we are trained to seek acceptance from those around us. As children, we seek the acceptance of our parents and siblings. We gain a sense of physical well being from their approval, our brains producing chemicals to increase our feelings of pleasure when those around us give us the approval we crave. By the time we reach school age, most of us are already indoctrinated into the cult of conformity via the chemical approval mechanism in our brains. In school, we are drawn to people who accept us and seek further to win others to our side through various activities.

    I know I make it sound a bit sinister, but it’s just the way we are hard wired to be. We want everyone to love us. We’re physically dependent upon the approval of others and psychologically trained to seek it from infancy. Love and its chemical byproduct is the first “drug” we’re introduced to via our mother’s milk. It’s more than nourishment and antibodies that were receive from our mothers. We also receive from her the chemical equivalent of everything she is feeling.

    We may not be consciously aware of it, but when we become adults, we are still looking for that approval. We’ve all been sold on the idea that there is someone out there for everyone, or maybe experience has soured us on the idea of a “soul mate,” but deep down we’re still looking for that person that makes us feel like we did as children… safe and loved, protected and cherished. It’s an addiction to a feeling, a physical and psychological need to belong to someone. To a greater or lesser degree everyone has this need.

    Those who are denied love seek other things to fill the need. It’s the same thing. Everyone is looking for somewhere to belong. Some manage to give that to themselves through self dedication. Some will dedicate themselves to an idea or activity; some will give themselves over to a group, religion, or political ideal. They make themselves feel needed, purposeful, by focusing on something that they love that in turn gives them the physical high they would otherwise look for in another being. Some unfortunately turn to drugs for that euphoric feeling love would otherwise bring.

    Physical or psychological, inborn or trained, we all seek love. We all want to belong somewhere or to someone. Each of us wants to be someone else’s world or bask in someone else’s dedication to our wants and needs. Love really does make the world go round. Through love we form attachments, groups, societies, cultures…

    Does it really matter where love comes from so long as it is expressed? I’m not talking about sexual love which is mainly about physical gratification, but the pure expression of emotion and the sense of belonging that comes with it. We want to know that there’s somewhere that we are safe and wanted. We all want to know that there is a place, a person, where we never have to hide our true face and where we will always be welcomed.





    March 18th


    Born in 1877, Edgar Cayce’s birthday was today.




    The Irish goddess Sheilah na Gig, a fertility goddess, is honored today as a patroness of thresholds and women’s mysteries. She is identified variously as St. Patrick’s wife or mother. In Iceland, this is known as Sheelah’s Day.




  • WCFQ 40a: There are worse addictions to be had

    Are you addicted to daydreaming?
    slavoki


    I wouldn’t be much of a writer or artist if I wasn’t a dreamer. Not a day goes by that I am not daydreaming something. I live a life of fantasy, and believe me it’s tempting to crawl in and never come back out. My “daydreams” and fantasies are infinitely more satisfying than my “real” life. I daydream on the car ride to and from work. I daydream during the time it takes me to eat on my break at work, providing I’m alone. Nothing worse than having someone interrupt your daydreaming by yapping at you about daily figures or how many of a certain book you’ve failed to sell. (Whatever Borders. I’m blogging about you. Try and stop me. Nyah nyah!)

    I “daydream” myself to sleep.

    I don’t daydream like regular people, I think. I tell myself stories, plunge myself into fantasies, become someone new and important in my imagination. These aren’t stories that will ever make their way to paper because unlike certain hack authors, I will never write myself into anything in more than a superficial way. My daydreams are just my way of removing myself from my miserable reality. My daydreams and nighttime prelude to dreams distract me from the stupidity of my bosses and my boss’s bosses. They also distract me from the stupidity of my government, other people’s governments, and the collective ignorance of my entire race. In my daydreams, I am capable of saving the world. People listen to me and do what I tell them for the good of mankind and future generations.

    I tell myself stories… so I don’t go crazy and hurt myself. Better I should live in multiple fantasy worlds than accept the evils of our collective reality. At least I can combat the evils in my fantasy worlds and gain some satisfaction from that. What little power I have in this world is contingent on other people doing their part. Even if everyone was doing what they could for the good of all, it’s hard to trace any results back to myself and gain satisfaction.

    So yes, I am addicted to daydreams.
    When I beat the crap out of an evildoer in my head, it is infinitely more satisfying than picking up a napkin or plastic wrapper in the street that some indifferent person has neglected to drop in the garbage. And the distraction from reality helps me sleep at night…

    Thank you, no… I need no interventions.





    March 17th


    Trefuilnid Treochair, the national day of Ireland, is the feast for the “triple bearer of the triple key,” a trident carrying divinity assimilated into St. Patrick. His sacred plant is the shamrock. For everyone else in the world, this is a day to drink green beer and pretend you’ve got some Irish in you. (You all wish you were a quarter Irish like me. )


    The Libera or Liberalia is held in honor of Liber, the Roman version of Bacchus, and Dionysus. Slaves were allowed to speak with freedom, and everything bore the appearance of independence. Liber, with his consort Libera, is honored in the hopes of a fruitful wine crop. Old women, crowned with ivy, sell cakes (liba) of meal, honey and oil, and incinerate them on little pans as offerings in the purchasers’ name. From liba comes the word libation.


    This is the first day of the six day Buddhist Higan festival in honor of the equinox and the Dead. Buddhists believe when the night and day are equally divided, Buddha appears on earth to save stray souls and lead them to Nirvana. Higan means the other shore. A river full of illusions, passion, pain and sorrow marks the division of this earthly world and the future world of salvation. Only when one crosses the river, fighting strong currents of temptation, to the other shore, can enlightenment be found.

    The custom of offering food to the dead during the week developed a general custom of giving such specially prepared food to friends and neighbors. The most common food is Ohagi or soft rice ball covered with sweetened bean paste. Sushi or vinegared rice with vegetable, the Japanese counterpart of sandwiches, is also made in many households to offer to the ancestors and distribute to their friends and neighbors. No meat is used in Higan food.




  • Writers Choice Featured Questions Week 40

    five questions for this week


    unfeatured questions stolen from the featured question chatboard, dated from October of 2007

    Are you addicted to daydreaming?
    slavoki

    Are you a music addict?
    i_heart_concussions

    What do you do to unwind after a hard day?
    star_belfire

    Why do you think humans are so obsessed with finding ‘love’ or being ‘in love’?
    ilove_shaveice

    Do you fight for Equality?
    Geekgirl8


    Answer any one or all of these questions in the coming week. I try to mix the whimsical with the serious here, so hopefully there is at least one question here for everyone.



    March 16th


    This is the beginning of Libera or Liberalia, a two day festival to promote a fruitful grape harvest.




    The 1st day of Pachons honors the Feat of Horus and His Companions.




  • The Pagan Clergy Debate

    The big discussion among Pagan media and scholars right now is whether Pagans should have clergy or not. I’m of two minds on the subject.

    Pro: It’s not a bad thing to have someone official to speak for us and represent us in interfaith discussions beyond whatever pop culture author Llewellyn books is upselling this month.

    Con: “We” are not an organized religion and there are in fact many religions huddling under the umbrella of Paganism. It would be impossible, and also less than desirable, to create a clergy which fully represents the diversity which is existent in the Pagan family of religions.

    Pro: It’s no bad thing to have clergy which would make us more “official” in the eyes of other less respectful religions (they know who they are).

    Con: It’s easy for clergy, especially clergy with no accountability, to abuse the power given them (or assumed by them) and subvert the trust placed in them by others to their own ends. Even in religions which have had clergy for centuries, there is the possibility of abuse. (Yes, I’m referring to the Catholic priesthood.) Having clergy might elevate those who are unworthy to the status of leader in the community. Much of Paganism is based on equality. Someone who is designated as Pagan clergy based on a fee paid and a paper signed might not necessarily be better trained or knowledgeable than someone like me who has studied for over twenty-four years.

    Pro: Creating clergy could allow us to develop accountability and criteria leading to the assignment of such titles. Personally, in addition to some kind of “calling,” I’d like any Pagan clergy to be required to seek psychology and sociology degrees even if it is not their intent to counsel.

    Con: Clergy for the sake of performing marriages is a nice idea, but it’s just as easy to go to your nearest city hall or justice of the peace and get your little certificate signed and fees paid, then go find someone of your faith to perform the ceremony. The whole institution of marriage is based on a monetary agreement anyway. The ceremony, if you must have one, is just for nice. It’s a sentiment shared by the newlyweds and their family and friends. The title of clergy is somewhat misleading, especially if the only criteria for the label is that they’ve submitted the proper paperwork.


    What do you think??




    Tattoo
    the webnovel so far…

    Since the chapters are accumulating, I figured it was about time to compress some of them. So from now on, only the current chapter will have links to all the pages. The former chapters will only have a link to the first page.


    Chapter 1: Blood is Thicker
    In which nerdliness does not make one infallible
    Chapter 2: A Farewell to Arms
    In which many mistakes are made

    Chapter 3: Small Sacrifices
    In which Glory is a hero despite herself
    Chapter 4: The Shape of Things to Come
    In which preconceived notions are much abused by modern medicine

    Chapter 5: Of Mice and Men and Other Things
    Chapter 5.1 in which money can’t buy happiness
    Chapter 5.2 in which Glory makes herself at home
    Chapter 5.3 in which Glory indulges her passion
    Chapter 5.4 in which Gozala speaks of things stolen
    Chapter 5.5 in which there is a fungus among us
    Chapter 5.6 in which an artifact is examined
    Chapter 5.7 in which the good professor is knocked off his high horse
    Chapter 5.8 in which Glory resolves to guard her property more carefully
    Chapter 5.9 in which magical theory is not so unreasonable
    Chapter 5.10 in which Gozala knows one thing and that is that she hates the people of Miskatonic





    March 15th


    This is a holy day of Rhea, Greek goddess of the earth and mother to Zeus and of Cybele. River sprites and nymphs are also honored today.




    In Egypt on the 30th day of Parmutit, offerings are given to Ra, Asar, Horus, Osiris, Ptah, Sokar and Atum.




    Anna Perenna is a Roman goddess whose festival falls on 15th March (originally the first full moon of the year as the New Year once began in March). The goddess apparently had a fruiting grove between the Flaminian and the Salarian roads, where it was customary to have picnics, public prayers, and general revelry in order to bring a healthy year. The nature of the holiday is very similar to May Day and Midsummer Eve celebrations in many parts of Europe.




    The “reed bearers” enter the temple of Cybele and a six year old bull is sacrificed.