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  • Tattoo Interlude, the legs

    Tattoo
    the webnovel so far…

    Chapter 1: Blood is Thicker
    Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
    Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
    Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
    Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
    Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
    Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

    Chapter 2: A Farewell to Arms
    Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
    Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
    Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
    Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
    Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
    Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

    Chapter 3: Small Sacrifices
    Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
    Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
    Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
    Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
    Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
    Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
    Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened
    Chapter 4: The Shape of Things to Come
    Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds
    Chapter 4.2 in which Glory is asked some awkward questions
    Chapter 4.3 in which Glory adopts a pet
    Chapter 4.4 in which Glory gets a surprise, but decides she should not have been surprised at all
    Chapter 4.5 in which Glory explains why there are no debts where duty is concerned
    Chapter 4.6 in which a shapeshifter is an enemy to no man
    Chapter 4.7 in which Glory defends Toby’s right to make a phone call
    Chapter 4.8 in which the nose knows
    Chapter 4.9 in which good pizza is wasted on a possum
    Chapter 4.10 in which the ruse is discovered and much blood is shed
    Chapter 4.11 in which names are dropped and there is much frustration

    Interlude

    The Head I revised this page. I’m still not happy about the formatting, but I don’t think it’s going to get much better than this unless I host the pages outside of wordpress and link to them.
    The Arms: Right and Left Every single time I tried to post this tonight all the pictures kept moving on me! Grrrrrr! But they are up. Sorry about the formatting, but it should be understandable at least. Yeesh! And I thought I’d be taking a break by posting these in December. Silly me! lol
    The Legs There some medieval signs on the legs that are not commonly seen. Particular the fixed star signs. I think they look like weird centipede-like bugs and vaguely creepy because of it. But still, fascinating. I’d like to know if other stars have similar jointed symbols, but I’ve only found these symbols for the fixed stars.
    December 14th

    Nostradamus is honored today on his birthday. He was born in 1503.

    The Hopi celebration of the return of life, Soyal, is a month long ceremony which begins with the new moon before the shortest day of the year. The major rights which occur approximately eight days before the solstice include a celebration of creation and rebirth dedicated to the Spider Woman and Hawk Maiden. A failed mock attack is made against the holder of the sun shield. This represents the sun’s victory over winter’s darkness.

    The Romans celebrated the beginning of winter today, honoring its patron goddess, Bruma.

    The Geminids meteor shower occurs on or around this date. It is associated with Asteroid 3200 Phaethon.

    On the 29th of Tybi, Thoth sent Bast and Sekhmet to guide Egypt.




  • WCFQ 27b: Who needs a therapist; I have Xanga
    Call it a clan, call is a network,
    call it a tribe, call it a family,
    Whatever you call it, whoever you are,
    you need one. -Jane Howard
    Do you agree with this quote?
    Geekgirl8

    I had never heard of Jane Howard before reading this quote. Having looked her up and read more of her quote/work, I am surprised by how much I agree with her.

    Very few people are actually antisocial or misanthropic. It takes years of abuse and neglect before someone can claim either. I’m an introvert (though from what I’ve heard, I wasn’t when I was younger), but that doesn’t mean I don’t crave companionship. I like to know that my family, tribe, clan or what have you, is around when I need it. I like to know that I am part of something more than just myself. So long as I know that I am part of something more, I can feel safe in my pursuits knowing I have a safety net or a security blanket.

    This is part of what frustrates me about my family because I often don’t feel like my blood relatives concern themselves much with my aspirations (or failure to achieve them). Whenever my sister or brother or now stepdad have needed money, my mother has found a way to get it. Seeing the burden placed upon her, I have tried to provide for myself. So maybe it is somewhat my own fault that when I do need help, she’s not there for me. Without getting into specific amounts, the money she’s shelled out for my siblings and my stepdad is… significant. But if I want to open my own business, the financial burden lays squarely on my shoulders and nowhere else. She’s been quite clear about that, while at the same time saying she’d help me out if I managed to open a store so long as I paid her. Now I don’t care about the money aside from the fact that I need some, but her attitude really hurts. It makes me feel like I am not as much a part of the family as the others because she’s made it pretty clear that I would have to pay her for her help. It’s enough to make me antisocial and misanthropic….

    Solitude and isolation makes people grow strange. We are herd/pack animals, social creatures by design. We are compelled by instinct to congregate and share resources, to protect and support each other. I sometimes wonder if I am adopted or was switched at birth. As first born, am I still paying for everyone’s misplaced hatred of my abusive father after all these years? Why is it so hard for me to get what I want? It’s not as if I wouldn’t give back to the family… who else have I to spend my money on?

    Clan, network, tribe, family, I need one. I need to feel like I am striving for more than just myself and that if I fail, I still have their support. Right now, I don’t feel like I have any support from my family. If I lost my job and couldn’t find another, well, I live at home, but I pay rent. My mother’s made it clear that if I didn’t pay rent, I wouldn’t be welcome, but half the time she pays my brother’s. They couldn’t care less about my aspirations. And because they don’t care about what I care about, I have to wonder how much they care about me. I wonder sometimes if I am being selfish and I try not to be, but there’s no way to not compare myself to the other people in my family, what they have and receive, and how I am treated differently.

    In a way, my family is the foundation of my social schism. I can’t connect with my family so I tend to doubt the sincerity of people outside of it. After all, if you can’t trust your family to “have your back,” how can you trust strangers or “friends?” It begins to grind down on your feelings of self-worth when in a society of billions, you have no close emotional bonds. Apparently the people in my family are “worth” many thousands of dollars to my mother, but I would have to pay her for her time if I want her help. It makes me wonder what’s wrong with me. Why am I so worthless?

    I’m sure I’ll get responses to this saying I am not worthless and there’s nothing wrong with me, but I’m not fishing. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. I don’t think I’m worthless. I just wonder what it is about me that makes me wrong and worthless in my mother’s eyes. Because the way she and the others treat me has a very real impact on how I interact with the world and to some degree how I view myself. It also explains why I get so annoyed with whiny family members because I don’t feel like I’m allowed to complain like they do. I don’t get the sympathy… I don’t have the benefit of being comforted or feeling sheltered by the existence of my family.

    Call it a clan, call is a network, call it a tribe, call it a family, Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

    Everyone needs to know they belong somewhere, and from there, you can go anywhere. Every day, I feel like I am scraping a shelter from the solid rock of a mountainside, and there’s precious little protection from the elements in the space I’ve managed to make for myself. In the valley below, there’s a whole town where I’m just not welcome.
    December 13th

    St. Lucy’s day, also called Little Yule, is a festival of lights in Sweden. The eldest daughter of each family is dressed in white and crowned with pine twigs and candles. She brings coffee to her parents in bed and is later given the seat of honor at a brightly lit breakfast. The Celts call it Gwyl o Golau.

    The Fates, the Benevolent Ones, the Eumenides, the Moerae, and the Parcae are honored today.

    This day is called Kolo-hajime in Japan, ‘the beginning of things,’ because preparations for New Year begin today. These include housecleaning, decorating, and the pounding of rice for cakes (mochi). Presents of money are made to servants at this time of year.

    The 28th of Tybi commemorates Thoth’s taking the oath.




  • WCFQ 27d: No room for virtue in arguments of us versus them
    What is virtue?
    Jolteus33

    Virtue is one of those not so rare ideas that can only be defined by its opposite. Virtue is to good what naughty is to bad. If you’ve ever done something which at the time you knew was wrong or later admitted to yourself was probably not right, then you were not acting in a virtuous manner. Though some might link concepts of chastity to the idea of virtue, that only narrows the meaning of a very broad concept.

    As a responsible member of society, a law abiding citizen, a person who considers my actions and how they (will) affect others, I am a virtuous person. It doesn’t matter that I am not promiscuous or selfish. It doesn’t matter that I obey the laws of the society to which I was born or that I hold doors for people when they follow me into a building or bless them when they sneeze. These are merely personal choices. Virtue is something that cannot be so easily defined, not even by one’s actions. Virtue is more a definition of one’s mindset. Virtue is doing the right or courteous thing all the time without thinking about it. 

    A jaded, pessimistic person might say that there is very little virtue in the world today. (They’d be right… according to Hindu belief, we’re nearing the end of the age of Kali Yuga.) Few people act for the good of all. Many people do what will benefit themselves most without ever even considering the ramifications to others. There is nothing wrong with taking care of yourself or focusing on how your actions will affect your family, but many people fail to consider beyond the confines of their own identity. In their hearts and minds, I equals me/mine, not we/ours. Even when their identity does extend further than their immediate relatives, it tends to stop at a border, us versus them (nationality, religion, race, age, sex, species).

    Virtue is in large part a reflection of one’s attitudes towards oneself and society. It is entirely possible to disagree with the social mores of one’s community and laws based on those prevailing influences and still be a virtuous person, still behave in a way which is responsible and self-aware. Though society may judge a person based on their perceptions of that person as an outsider (Goth, biker, Pagan, Hispanic, etc), the truly virtuous person knows that there is no one who is outside of “the world” and that the action of one affects all.

    Everything else is personal aesthetics.
    December 12th


    The Iranian Sada is a Zoroastrian winter festival of lights. A huge bonfire is built near water as the sun sets, representing the victory of light over dark and good over evil.



    In Icelandic homes, thirteen impish creatures called the Yuletide Lads visit, one each day until Christmas Eve. They are descendants of Gryla the Ogre, an Icelandic mythological monster. Though once considered cannibals, the Yuletide Lads are now gift givers though they retain their mischievous natures. Some of their names are Sausage Sniffer, Pot Scraper, and Window Peeper.



    Bellisama Dydd, the Day of Bellisama, begins at sundown.



  • Is that so wrong??




    Is the glass half empty, half full, or just twice as big as it needs to be?
    MsLuna

    It hardly matters… when the water’s polluted!

    I’m not a pessimist or an optimist, but then the question’s whether I’m a realist or a smart ass.

    Lately whenever I sit down at the computer I start getting sleepy. I wonder if the internet is trying to hypnotize me. More likely I am just exhausted.

    I had a “fight” with my stepdad the other day. I’d had four hours sleep thanks to work, the neighbors, and my nephew. He asked me about my car and I said I didn’t know anything. He took it the wrong way, started ranting about how I hate him and he was just trying to be nice and I tell him to the F_ off, which I did not. In the first place, I don’t use that kind of language, and secondly, I’m tired. I’m so… frikkin… tired. I don’t want to talk about my car or any other stupid thing that requires thought.

    But you know what….? I gave him what he wanted. I told him “F_ off. Go to H_. You’re an ass.” Because you know what, that’s what he wants. He always talks about himself like he’s such a victim and everyone is out to get him.

    OK, so I don’t like him, but he’s married to my mom now so I have to try to get along with him. But if I’m operating on four hours sleep and he’s starts whining about my tone… when I’m too exhausted to even have a frikkin’ tone, then I’m just going to give in and say what he wants to hear… what he believes everyone thinks.

    Is that wrong? I think it got through to him that I was being absurd by saying those things because they’re not the things I say to anyone. And I said it with no inflection. I might have been reading the phrases from an index card. Then I went to my room. I have zero shielding right now from ignorant people. Being an empath in retail sucks, but it sucks all the more during the holidays.

    I don’t know. I feel like I’m going to have psychotic break at work, and then I come home and have to deal with my stepdad, the victim. I almost wish that j-ass customer who grabbed me at work would do it again so I could go postal on him, get fired, and sue the company for wrongful termination.

    Is that wrong??
    December 10th (yesterday)


    Lux Mundi, Light of the World, honors the goddess Liberty in France.


    The Inuit celebrate the Bladder festival today. To propitiate the souls of the animals they have killed during the year, they undergo a five day purification ritual in a special building called a kashim with the inflated bladders of all the animals they had killed that year. Under the full moon at the end of the five days, the men cut holes in the sea ice about a quarter mile from the shore to dispose of the inflated bladders. After leaping through the flames of a bonfire awaiting them in the village upon their return, they return to the kashim for a final sweat bath and contests of strength.


    December 11th (today)


    This is the Day of Bruma in the Roman tradition.



     

  • Writers Choice Featured Questions Week 27


    five questions for this week

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

    Please use the new Share button to answer these. That makes it almost like the regular featured questions.

    Do you live life as though everything is a miracle?
    Geekgirl8

    Call it a clan, call is a network, call it a tribe, call it a family, Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. -Jane Howard
    Do you agree with this quote?
    Geekgirl8

    If you could ask your younger self if they were proud of who you’ve become, what do you think they would say?
    Fuzzman

    What is virtue?
    Jolteus33

    Is the glass half empty, half full, or just twice as big as it needs to be?
    MsLuna

    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. Again, since Xanga has been so thoughtful as to add the new SHARE button, please use that when answering any of these questions. Using the Share button allows you to answer the question almost in the same way that you would a normal Xanga-sponsored featured question.
    December 8th


    This day was sacred to Astraea, goddess of justice.



    Japanese Shintos celebrate the birth of their sun goddess, Amaterasu, today. She and her brother the moon god sit with their backs to each other creating the illusion of night and day. The Hari no Kuyo festival of Japan gives women power over the household.



    The 23rd day of Tybi was a Feast of Neith.



  • Uggggghhhhh



    Tattoo
    the webnovel so far…

    Chapter 1: Blood is Thicker
    Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
    Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
    Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
    Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
    Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
    Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

    Chapter 2: A Farewell to Arms
    Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
    Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
    Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
    Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
    Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
    Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

    Chapter 3: Small Sacrifices
    Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
    Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
    Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
    Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
    Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
    Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
    Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened
    Chapter 4: The Shape of Things to Come
    Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds
    Chapter 4.2 in which Glory is asked some awkward questions
    Chapter 4.3 in which Glory adopts a pet
    Chapter 4.4 in which Glory gets a surprise, but decides she should not have been surprised at all
    Chapter 4.5 in which Glory explains why there are no debts where duty is concerned
    Chapter 4.6 in which a shapeshifter is an enemy to no man
    Chapter 4.7 in which Glory defends Toby’s right to make a phone call
    Chapter 4.8 in which the nose knows
    Chapter 4.9 in which good pizza is wasted on a possum
    Chapter 4.10 in which the ruse is discovered and much blood is shed
    Chapter 4.11 in which names are dropped and there is much frustration

    Interlude
    The Head I revised this page. I’m still not happy about the formatting, but I don’t think it’s going to get much better than this unless I host the pages outside of wordpress and link to them.
    The Arms: Right and Left Every single time I tried to post this tonight all the pictures kept moving on me! Grrrrrr! But they are up. Sorry about the formatting, but it should be understandable at least. Yeesh! And I thought I’d be taking a break by posting these in December. Silly me! lol
    December 7th
    (no entries)



  • Research, research, research

    Did some searching online. I found some sites that are geared almost exclusively towards research and academic jobs…

    http://www.simplyhired.com
    http://www.topresearchjobs.com
    http://www.academiccareers.com

    That’s all so far…
    Orb pictures from Egypt!


    A friend of the family took these pictures while visiting Egypt. She did not get orbs anywhere else but in this temple. Look! Some of the orbs even look pyramidal. What do you think?
    December 6th


    The Nicolaites, Gnostic followers of St. Nicholas, taught that the way to salvation was through frequent sexual intercourse. Nicholas was a fourth century Bishop in Turkey who reportedly saved three young girls from being sold into slavery by their destitute father. Three bags of gold allowed them to marry honorably. He was also said to have resurrected three dead school boys and so is considered the patron of youth. In Northern Europe, St. Nicholas absorbed the pagan qualities of Odin, riding through the sky with reindeer and forty-two supernatural huntsmen. Later he was merged with Father Christmas of Yuletide, creating the modern Santa Claus who was also influenced by elements of Thor.



    Birthday of Dion Fortune in 1890.



    On the 21st day of Tybi, offerings were made by the Shemsu (followers) of Ra. Bast guards the Two Lands.



  • My Early New Years Resolution
    I discovered a social networking site for Pagans, and I’ve been exploring it for about week now. It’s very active. I like it for the most part. Figured I’d give you all a heads up if you feel like joining… Paganspace.net

    I had a weird dream last night and I know it was longer than this, but all I can remember was jumping into the ocean and looking for deep sea critters that were “my friends,” but the water was too murky to see anything.

    I’ve decided, whether or not I manage to open my own online bookstore next year, I can’t work another year in the mall. I will absolutely lose my mind if I do. At the very least, I can’t do another holiday there. So I’m going to start looking for another job… maybe in a library.   Or maybe somewhere where I can just do research for people. Does anyone know of a job like that? I know they’re out there. I just need to find one… even one where I could telecommute (ie send my research wherever it needs to go in a file). I just can’t work with so many people any more. Something will snap. I’ll either freak on someone and be arrested or become a huddled pool of human misery hiding under a table. They’ll have to coax me out with peanut butter cookies.

    It feels like I’m only working for others and never myself. At this point, I’m not even working for a paycheck. I mean, the money’s nice, but it only holds me to the job in so far as I need to pay bills. Beyond that, I’ve worked for less and I’ve worked for more. It gets to the point where you have to consider whether the amount of money you’re making is worth the stress, and it’s not. I love the people I work with and to some extent I still love my job, but it’s the corporate BS and the retail holiday-hell that I just cannot take. I’ve had so many headaches lately, and I put on weight after I was sick back in February, and it’s just not coming back off. I don’t eat right at work, plus stress and lack of sleep make the metabolism go all kaput.

    Seriously, if anyone hears of anything they think I might like to do, send me a link or the info so I can apply. I’m starting to feel like Atlas… getting ready to shrug.
    December 5th


    On the Eve of St. Nicholas, children put out carrots and hay for his horse. Their good deeds were rewarded with presents.



    Aleister Crowley died today in 1947.


    Bast Goes Forth from Bubastis on the 20th day of Tybi.



  • Acorns, Terra-forming, and Responsibility
    I heard today that oak trees are dropping 60% less acorns in the North East, in some areas, none at all. Tough luck for squirrels, said the DJ. Now they’re saying that it’s just coincidence… that different species of oak have different cycles wherein they produce more or less in different years, and that this is nothing out of the ordinary, though it’s a phenomena that’s been documented from Nova Scotia all the way down to Virginia.

    It’s been a weird year…. I’ve seen so many dead animals by the side of the road, late into the year. Usually it’s a spring thing to see so many animals dead because they’re hungry from the long winter or they’re looking for a mate. This year, I’m still seeing “fresh” carcasses by the side of the road. Squirrels mostly, but also deer and it’s pretty late in the season for deer to be showing up by the side of the road. I suppose the dead animals are the lucky ones. They won’t starve this year from lack of acorns.

    I love how they always try to downplay any odd thing that occurs in nature. It’s not abnormal, it’s cyclic… but if it wasn’t abnormal and was clearly cyclic, why would this be the first time that it’s caused a raised eyebrow? Are we just more aware of how we’ve trashed our environment and so this event makes the “experts” aware enough of public concern to head off any doomsday sentiment at the pass?

    No, but seriously… doesn’t the fact that they’re trying to write this off as a cyclic coincidence that’s never happened before strike any one else as too pat an explanation? I’d be the first to admit that I am a paranoid sort of person, but I’ve got good reason not to trust an explanation that came before we even knew there was an issue. Seems like they waited to inform people of the oak tree issue until they had a pat answer. Seems like that to me any way. Global warming? Pollution? A new tree disease? They seem like much more reasonable explanations that a random cyclic syncing of acorn output. Maybe the fay are angry and told the trees to keep their nuts to themselves. Maybe Thor or Zeus are mad (both are gods of oak trees)… everyone keep an eye on the sky for lightning….

    All this got me to thinking… one of the reasons deserts spread is due to human intervention. In western America, we uncovered an ancient desert under farmland in what has popularly been called the “dust bowl.” Changes in the topography cause changes in weather patterns. A desert dries the air above it and reduces rainfall in surrounding areas. The desert spreads.

    It got me to thinking of Terra-forming. Certain plants catch the earth and hold it from erosion. That’s what happened in the dust bowl. Years of irresponsible and uneducated farming on land that couldn’t support the type of farming that was being done caused the topsoil to be blown away by high winds and uncovered the desert beneath. So what if we reintroduced heat loving ground cover at the edges of the desert and progressed inwards, moving from light ground cover to heavier as we progressed. The ground cover would reduce erosion and increase water retention making it easier for less hardy plants to gain a foot hold. Eventually, we might restore the land to what it was before it was blown away.

    I know this doesn’t have anything to do with acorns, but I think we as a species really do need to take more responsibility for the changes we cause to the surface of our planet. We are only caretakers for the next generation and how we treat the world pretty much dictates whether there will be a next generation or not. There are changes to be made, not just in how we handle our waste products (pollution, excrement, etc) but in how we reverse damage that our forefathers caused. We can’t just sit around and say it wasn’t our fault because we weren’t there. It is our fault if we consider them of our people, even if they were not of our generation. Don’t you agree?

    I don’t think the lack of acorns is natural. I don’t think it was cyclic. I think it was us, if not directly, then indirectly through a variety of issues that lead back to us. The longer we “let things go” the more serious these interruptions in the natural order will become. But something to keep in mind… when you break the food chain, it’s broken. It may become so broken that the environment will no longer sustain us, even if our population is reduced intentionally or by happenstance.

    Hey…. pass me some of that Soylent Green….
    December 4th

    St. Barbara, identified with Pallas Athena, goddess of wisdom and the arts, was honored today. She is also patroness of California.



  • WCFQ 26b: What I learned from Fairy Tales



    What’s your favorite fairy tale?
    TakingxOverxMe

    I really had to think about this one. When I was a kid, fairy tales were my thing. Outside of books on mythology, I consumed fairy tales like they were going out of style (which they mostly are actually if sales at work are any indication). I would read the same books over and over again. I remember the school library had a collection of fairy tale books that were known by their various colors. There was the red book, the blue book, the green book, etc. I read Russian fairy tales and the Brothers Grimm… I read anything that came my way.

    I really do think that part of my personality was directly drawn from the stories I read. Fairy tales taught me chivalry and fairness, kindness and compassion. Fairy tales taught me that courtesy and integrity will take you farther than brutality and selfishness any day. Fairy tales taught me that you get what you earn, to share what you have with those who have less, and to be courteous even to the people that other people cringe from because you never know who might be a fairy in disguise. In fairy tales, there is a repayment for every kindness or slight. Fairy tales were the original “pay it forward.”

    It’s hard to pinpoint my favorite tale, but the few that immediately spring to mind were real fairy tales, not stuff like Little Red Riding Hood or The Seven Dancing Princesses. Those were more like early horror stories. No, my favorite stories involved Mother Holle or Baba Yaga (I really am fond of Russian fairy tales, though I am neither Russian nor do I recall any past lives from Russia). I also liked Cap o’ Rushes as a child. In short, I was most fond of the stories where the character got what they deserved, wherein a lesson was taught. But really the stories of Baba Yaga are my favorite fairy tales of the three. It was years before I knew that Baba Yaga (and Mother Holle) was also a goddess.

    If you’re not familiar with any of these fairy tales or the various colored fairy books, I’ve provided you with links to them! Yes! They are all online! I love the internet! Woot! Reading the fairy tales will be like getting an exclusive look at my psyche. lol In addition, I consider fairy tales a primer for spellwork. It gets you to thinking about possibilities and even components.



    December 3rd


    Bona Dea, the Good Goddess, was honored today. Vestal Virgins in Rome conducted secret ceremonies from which males were barred. She is also worshipped as Cybele, Rhea, or the Mother goddess.



    The 18th day of Tybi commemorates the going forth of the Netjeru of Abydos.