WIDTH="88" HEIGHT="130" ALT="Want to Get Sorted?" />I'm a Gryffindor!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
First Tattoo
On February 21, 07 Aquarius I will get my first ink, shown on the left. The outer petals will be a dark red, and the inner petals will be purple fading outward to lilac and off-white. My sister Tammy has agreed to come with me.
Blessed Be.
A Look Back
Looking back, I would not believe it possible to be where I am today: in a small upstairs office of the home Rod, Deb, and I share, living the pagan life, every single day, without fear.
About six years ago I faced down my father who told me he wouldn't have "a witch for a daughter". This is the same man who forcibly pinned me to my bed and wrenched my cell phone from me all because I made a fuss over vacuuming my room for the second time in one week; a room I used 4 to 8 days out of every month. He suggested I had psychological problems, too. For my own sanity, I'm glad the details of March 5, 06 Aquarius are clouded now.
I miss my dojo and my family there. I hope they know I still care about them and think about them.
My grandmother and grandfather visited me a few months ago and refused a tour of my home. Then they told me my father bought me a car that I would have received if I just had been reasonable; that if I came back and went to college at East Stroudsburg University (the college I told them way back when I had no desire to attend), I would get it and full auto insurance and room and board for nothing, because they love their granddaughter.
Hogwash, in my opinion. Not make me pay for room and board? Yeah, right. Who do they think they're kidding? I wouldn't give up my life as it stands right now for a million dollars. Living with them would mean no altar in my room or down in the family room to celebrate my Gods. It would mean no dreamcatchers to add touches of beauty throughout the house. It would mean suppressing who and what I am -- Pagan, to the core; Mind, Body, and Soul.
My heart beats to the Mother's rhythms. My mind eagerly learns all that She has to offer. My soul rocks gently on the waves of Her love.
Here, we celebrate the cycles of the seasons on Samhain, Yule, Imbolc, Ostara, Beltane, Litha, Lughnassadh, and Mabon. Each month we celebrate the height of the Moon, Earth's little sibling. Twice a year we gather for the blessing of everyone Correllian, all around the planet, in this world and the Otherworld.
Here, we work magic. Magic is our focused will which drives the Universe to manifest our desires, if those desires harm none. Magic is beautiful, vibrant, and alive. Magic is helping a child grow within our Craft. Magic is watching the earth bear the fruits of our labors after a long spring and summer. Magic is two people falling in love and sharing that love with all around them.
Magic is watching the sunrise, something I do as often as I can.
I AM A WITCH. Neither the wrath nor the sadness nor the disappointment of anyone can change that.
About six years ago I faced down my father who told me he wouldn't have "a witch for a daughter". This is the same man who forcibly pinned me to my bed and wrenched my cell phone from me all because I made a fuss over vacuuming my room for the second time in one week; a room I used 4 to 8 days out of every month. He suggested I had psychological problems, too. For my own sanity, I'm glad the details of March 5, 06 Aquarius are clouded now.
I miss my dojo and my family there. I hope they know I still care about them and think about them.
My grandmother and grandfather visited me a few months ago and refused a tour of my home. Then they told me my father bought me a car that I would have received if I just had been reasonable; that if I came back and went to college at East Stroudsburg University (the college I told them way back when I had no desire to attend), I would get it and full auto insurance and room and board for nothing, because they love their granddaughter.
Hogwash, in my opinion. Not make me pay for room and board? Yeah, right. Who do they think they're kidding? I wouldn't give up my life as it stands right now for a million dollars. Living with them would mean no altar in my room or down in the family room to celebrate my Gods. It would mean no dreamcatchers to add touches of beauty throughout the house. It would mean suppressing who and what I am -- Pagan, to the core; Mind, Body, and Soul.
My heart beats to the Mother's rhythms. My mind eagerly learns all that She has to offer. My soul rocks gently on the waves of Her love.
Here, we celebrate the cycles of the seasons on Samhain, Yule, Imbolc, Ostara, Beltane, Litha, Lughnassadh, and Mabon. Each month we celebrate the height of the Moon, Earth's little sibling. Twice a year we gather for the blessing of everyone Correllian, all around the planet, in this world and the Otherworld.
Here, we work magic. Magic is our focused will which drives the Universe to manifest our desires, if those desires harm none. Magic is beautiful, vibrant, and alive. Magic is helping a child grow within our Craft. Magic is watching the earth bear the fruits of our labors after a long spring and summer. Magic is two people falling in love and sharing that love with all around them.
Magic is watching the sunrise, something I do as often as I can.
I AM A WITCH. Neither the wrath nor the sadness nor the disappointment of anyone can change that.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
The Wiccan Rede
Bide the Wiccan Law ye must
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live -- Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about, To keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the Waxing Moon, Sing and dance the Witches Rune.
Tuathail go by the Waning Moon, Chanting out the baneful tune.
When the Lady’s Moon is new, Kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the Moon rides at Her peak, Then your heart’s desire seek.
Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale -- Lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West, Departed spirits have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go -- burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s tree, Burn it not or curs’d ye’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule, Light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree; By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, Cast a stone and truth ye’ll know.
When ye have and hold a need, Hearken not to others’ greed.
With a fool no season spend, Nor be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should -- Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love, ever be, Lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words ye Wiccan Rede Fulfill:
An’ it harm none, Do as thou will.
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live -- Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about, To keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the Waxing Moon, Sing and dance the Witches Rune.
Tuathail go by the Waning Moon, Chanting out the baneful tune.
When the Lady’s Moon is new, Kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the Moon rides at Her peak, Then your heart’s desire seek.
Heed the Northwind’s mighty gale -- Lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West, Departed spirits have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go -- burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s tree, Burn it not or curs’d ye’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule, Light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree; By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, Cast a stone and truth ye’ll know.
When ye have and hold a need, Hearken not to others’ greed.
With a fool no season spend, Nor be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should -- Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love, ever be, Lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words ye Wiccan Rede Fulfill:
An’ it harm none, Do as thou will.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
where there's a will, there's a way!
The Nevada State VA has decided that since the cemetary in which Sgt. Patrick Stewart is buried is not a national VA cemetary, the pentacle is allowed! Way To Go, Nevada!
This is what I like to see in the papers and hear on the news. This is what America is all about -- democracy, freedom of expression, freedom to believe whatever you feel is right for you. End war, end violence, end oppression of people everywhere. Sometimes I wonder why we can't all just get along; but then I am snapped back into reality by the fact that the world will most likely never be a perfect place, because humans in their nature are imperfect. I hope, however, that this silly war in Iraq over oil and terrorism is DONE WITH. And that the future generations will learn from such horrors and NOT repeat history.
And that brings up something else, too, something that I feel I just have to rant about -- the Pope and his crazy comments on the Islamic religion!!! Is he trying to start Armageddon??? I swear, with all this back and forth and talk of jihad, etc., they're pushing us closer and closer to it every day. But no worries, before Armageddon can begin, according to the Bible, several things must occur -- one of them being the appearance of the Anti-Christ, whom everyone will believe is the true Christ. Nobody like that has shown up yet, so we're all safe for now.
As if we have time to worry about trivial stuff like the end of the world. I prefer to live in the here, in the now. For example, this morning I am typing at you from the lovely Sweet Corn Capital of the World, Hoopeston, Illinois. We (Rod, Deb, and I) rolled in around 10pm local time, got all our night time stuff out, made our beds here at WitchSchool, and now Rod is on the computer in the office and Deb is sleeping away. Tomorrow morning at around 10 we're on the road again, headed for Madison, Wisconsin. Rev. Pete Hertzberg, one of our Distance Shrinekeepers, has invited us out for Madison Pagan Pride Day. Before that we're going to meet everyone from Northern Lakes Formal Distance Shrine; I can't wait to get to know them!
Earlier today I spoke with my paternal grandmother, told her about this weekend's trip. She inquired what we were going to Madison for, and I told her so. She didn't seem all that enthusiastic; but she wasn't a raging lunatic to "save" her beloved granddaughter, either. I told her I was also a member of the Clergy, and she gave a noncommittal, "Ahh, okay." So much the better for me.
At least she's not like my dad, who is still not willing to admit that his only child, his little girl, is all grown up. I'm not going to apologize for who I am, but I am sorry for the way he is deciding to ignore that part of me, or treat it as a funny hat that I wear. Face it, Daddy. Your little girl is all grown up. Your punkin-pie IS a Pagan, IS a Wiccan, IS a Witch, IS a proud member of the Correllian Clergy. I AM Reverend Elizabeth Hamilton, Maiden Priestess of Heritage Nativist Temple, and I will be ashamed for no one. I will hide from no one. This is my life. This is my path. I can't change that anymore than I can change the wind's direction.
And for anyone else who has any problems with who and what I am, I have an old saying that fits perfectly: If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen.
By the way, readers, whomever you may be... I love comments. I love questions, and controversy, as long as it remains FRIENDLY.
An' it harm none, do as thou wilt.
This is what I like to see in the papers and hear on the news. This is what America is all about -- democracy, freedom of expression, freedom to believe whatever you feel is right for you. End war, end violence, end oppression of people everywhere. Sometimes I wonder why we can't all just get along; but then I am snapped back into reality by the fact that the world will most likely never be a perfect place, because humans in their nature are imperfect. I hope, however, that this silly war in Iraq over oil and terrorism is DONE WITH. And that the future generations will learn from such horrors and NOT repeat history.
And that brings up something else, too, something that I feel I just have to rant about -- the Pope and his crazy comments on the Islamic religion!!! Is he trying to start Armageddon??? I swear, with all this back and forth and talk of jihad, etc., they're pushing us closer and closer to it every day. But no worries, before Armageddon can begin, according to the Bible, several things must occur -- one of them being the appearance of the Anti-Christ, whom everyone will believe is the true Christ. Nobody like that has shown up yet, so we're all safe for now.
As if we have time to worry about trivial stuff like the end of the world. I prefer to live in the here, in the now. For example, this morning I am typing at you from the lovely Sweet Corn Capital of the World, Hoopeston, Illinois. We (Rod, Deb, and I) rolled in around 10pm local time, got all our night time stuff out, made our beds here at WitchSchool, and now Rod is on the computer in the office and Deb is sleeping away. Tomorrow morning at around 10 we're on the road again, headed for Madison, Wisconsin. Rev. Pete Hertzberg, one of our Distance Shrinekeepers, has invited us out for Madison Pagan Pride Day. Before that we're going to meet everyone from Northern Lakes Formal Distance Shrine; I can't wait to get to know them!
Earlier today I spoke with my paternal grandmother, told her about this weekend's trip. She inquired what we were going to Madison for, and I told her so. She didn't seem all that enthusiastic; but she wasn't a raging lunatic to "save" her beloved granddaughter, either. I told her I was also a member of the Clergy, and she gave a noncommittal, "Ahh, okay." So much the better for me.
At least she's not like my dad, who is still not willing to admit that his only child, his little girl, is all grown up. I'm not going to apologize for who I am, but I am sorry for the way he is deciding to ignore that part of me, or treat it as a funny hat that I wear. Face it, Daddy. Your little girl is all grown up. Your punkin-pie IS a Pagan, IS a Wiccan, IS a Witch, IS a proud member of the Correllian Clergy. I AM Reverend Elizabeth Hamilton, Maiden Priestess of Heritage Nativist Temple, and I will be ashamed for no one. I will hide from no one. This is my life. This is my path. I can't change that anymore than I can change the wind's direction.
And for anyone else who has any problems with who and what I am, I have an old saying that fits perfectly: If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen.
By the way, readers, whomever you may be... I love comments. I love questions, and controversy, as long as it remains FRIENDLY.
An' it harm none, do as thou wilt.
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