Cool Writings
I have tried to retain the names of the authors on those items sent to me through groups, individual e-mails and forwards. These were various things that I wanted to share with everyone. If you have a cool writing or poem you can submit it for consideration. If you borrow any of these writings to pass on, please give credit to the author and tell others where you found it please.

by kierian rhys
I hear your voice calling to me, you call your time-worn song.
For if I follow not your path, you say that I am wrong.
I have something to say to you, I ask you hear my voice.
For I've the Goddess given right, to live my life of choice.
You tell me you will listen, for we must share this land.
But thought you smile and nod at me, you do not understand.
You claim your god is dear to you, and this I feel is fine.
For I allow you your beliefs, in return, allow me mine.
You say that man is in God's image made, created but of sand.
But tell me when the time was last, that man was born of man.
You say you must condemn me, for seeing what I see.
And living life the way I must, to be what I must be.
You claim your god will save us, I hear you plead and rage.
And proclaim your gods wish to destroy those souls he can not save.
For though you wish to lead me, I can not follow you.
For I must walk upon the path of what I feel is true.
"The truth is Truth," you shout at me, but why you can not see,
Your truth, though truth to you my friend, is not the truth I see.
I leave you with this blessing, though your I is never we.
May we all learn on our chosen paths, And in all things, Blessed Be.

The Wolves Within
Author Unknown

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?" The Grandfather smiled and said, "The one I feed."
Tiggers Full Moon Ritual,
Grove of the Hundred Acre Wood.
written by  DreamDancer
Under the bright full moon, in the grove at the center of the Hundred Acre Wood, the celebrants come together. Pooh, as summoner, bids them to enter into the sacred space.
One by one, they file in and take their places around the fire. And they wait, and wait and wait, and wait. "Oh Bother!" says Pooh. "Our High Priest is not  here. However can we hold our ritual tonight?" And they wait some more. Then they hear a crash, and a crash and a crash and a crash, and out of the brush explodes the High Priest. "Wooohooohooohooo!!!
Never fear! The night is clear, and Tigger's here! Tiggers run on Pagan Standard time you know! Now let the ritual begin!!! He looks to his left, and takes Rabbits hand. Hand to hand this circle is cast. Rabbit turns to his left, to Owl. Hand to hand, this circle is cast. Owl turns, and reaches down to Piglet. Ahem. Now from hand to hand, in a most wondrous way,
a way that has a history that stretches back into the dawn of time, to when ... a series of coughs from the group. Oh yes. To you Piglet, hand to hand the circle is cast. Piglet turns to Eyore. "Hand Eyore: I don't have any hands.
I guess I'm messing things up once again he pouts. Piglet, tho he is a little fellow, feels up to any challenge. W w well then, hand to ear the circle is cast my friend. And so, on it goes.
Woohoohoohoo says Tigger. The circle is cast, our sacred space is whole. So Mote it Be!! Woohoo!! So Mote it Be" reply the others. And now, why don't we invite the elements to join us in our celebration tonight? Rabbit? Rabbit: Guardians of the North, Element of Earth, wonderful earth that gives forth carrots, oh beauteous, joyous, wonderful carrots, I invite you to join us in our celebration tonight. Hail, and Welcome. Hail and Welcome, repeats the group. Owl: Ahem!!! Guardians of the East, Element of Air, the spirit of our intelligence and wisdom, of which I of course am a prime example, well read and studious as I am, a font of knowledge as it were, the source for any information you may need, the...coughing from the group once more Ahem, er, yes, Element of Air, we invite you to join us tonight. Hail and Welcome. Hail and Welcome, repeats the group. Piglet: G g g guardians of the South, Element of Fire, I invite you to join us tonight. I know I'm a little Piglet, but I  have a b b  big voice, and an even  b b bigger heart, s s so I know you will hear m m  me. H h  hail and Welcome. Hail and Welcome, repeats the group. Eyore:  Oh. I guess it's my turn. Not that anyone would really listen to me, but it's my job so I'll do it. Guardians of the West, Element of Water, I suppose I should ask you to join us tonight. And I'll probably get all wet, and have to walk around all night, smelling like wet fur. Oh well, Hail and Welcome I suppose.
Hail and Welcome repeats the group. Woohoohoohoo!!! Now, if our sister Kanga can call upon the lady? Kanga: Blessed Lady, Goddess of the moonlight, Mother of us all who keeps us as Joey's in the pouch of her world. Oh, now Roo, you mustn't do that. You mustn't play with the cleansing oil like that. "But Mama" Now Roo, behave. Thank you. Now, Blessed Mother, you know what children are like, so I'll just go ahead and invite you to join with us and lend your spirit to this joyous night. Hail and Welcome. Woohoohoohoo!!!. The circle is cast. The Lady is with us. Aint it just grand? Tigger raises his arms to the sky, and starts to twirl, and starts to bounce, and twirls and bounces, twirls and bounces, deosil around the circle. Woohoohoohoo. The wonderful thing about witches, is witches is wonderful things.
They dance, they prance, they clap and sing. They live a life of joy, peace and fun.
But, the most wonderful  thing about witches is ...I A'INT the only one. The wonderful thing about witches, is witches is wonderful folks. They're serious when needed, but always quick with jokes. They honor the Lord, they honor the lady. They love to lay in a field and bask in the sun, or under a tree where it's shady. But, the most wonderful thing about witches is,
I A'INT the only one. The wonderful thing about Witches, is Witches have wonderful souls.
Their hearts will swell, they make folks well, and around campfires, stories tell. They're happy, clappy, sometimes sappy, and when they don't ground right, they're often zappy,
but the most wonderful thing about Witches is........I....AINT....The.....Only.....One.
Woohoohoohoohoo. Blessed Be! Blessed Be, repeats the group Oh, bother, says Pooh. That is so silly. This is a ritual. I don't think we're supposed to be silly, are we? Au contraire my dear Pooh. Woohoohoo!!!. We are willy nilly, and silly, but we are celebrating the joy in our hearts, the zest for life that we have, the energy that we share. We heal our souls with happy fun, we set our spirits free to run, we live the beauty of the moon and sun. We're Witches you know. hehehehe. Now, please bring forth the bread, wine and honey so we can complete our blessed night. Oh, Bother says Pooh, The honey jar seems to be empty. I know there was some here, when I checked its taste before ritual. Where ever could it have gone? I guess I've ruined the ritual now. Oh bother, Oh whoa.. Woohoohoohoo, Christopher Robin is right you know, you really ARE a silly old bear. We're together, with each other and with the Lady.
Honey would be nice I'm sure, but our ritual was good and  lovely and pure. Perhaps next time tho, you could bring two jars? Woohoohoohoo!!! Now, take this cup, and take this bread, and with all being done and said, we are sisters and brothers, from last to first. May you never hunger, may you never thirst. Woohoohoohoo!!! And so the cup is passed, and the bread to share, and not one thought given to a worldly care. Woohooohoohoo!!! And now, let us end our Full Moon Ritual. Kanga? Kanga: Thank you Tigger, and for behaving your self, thank you Roo. "Oh, Mama!!" Kanga: Blessed Lady, we thank you for your presence with us tonight, tho like the good Mother you are, you are always with us, at least in our hearts.
Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell. Hail and Farewell, repeats the group.
Eyore: Well, Water, I didn't think you'd come, but I guess it's nice that you did. Go if you must, and you probably will, stay if you want to. Hail and Farewell. Hail and Farewell, repeats the group. Piglet: Element of Fire, I  kn kn knew you would listen to my c c  call.
Thank you for c c  coming. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell. Hail and Farewell, repeats the group. Owl: Ahem!! Element of Air, I knew that you would come, as I'm wont to know so many things, but I thank you none the less. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell. Hail and Farewell, repeats the group. Rabbit: Element of Earth, provider or carrots and cabbages and many a great thing, I thank you for coming tonight.
Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell. Hail and Farewell, repeats the group.
Woohoohoohoo. Just one more thing to do!! As hand to hand the circle was cast, or hand to ear, or ear to hand, or from me to you and you to me, it's time from hand to hand the circle set free. Tigger turns to Pooh. Hand to hand, the circle is opened. And so in widdershins, on it goes. Woohoohoohoo, and now we're thru. Unlike my furniture, and many other things as well, the circle is open, yet never broken. So Mote It Be!!! So Mote It Be!!!, shouts the group.
Tigger starts to bounce, the others to smile and look about. Now, music laughter and dance, this is it, this is your chance. Tiggers are excellent drummers you know. Wohoohoohoo!!!!
And the sounds of drumbeats and laughter are heard all thru the night and all thru the Hundred Acre Wood

A Letter From A 3rd Grade Teacher Sent Home To Pagan Parents:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thomas,
     I write this letter in concern of your daughter, Aradia Moon. Please don't take this the wrong way, however, although she is a straight A student and a very bright child, she has some strange habits that I feel we should address.
    Every morning before class, she insists on walking around the classroom with her pencil held in the air. She says she is "drawing down the moon." I told her Art Class is in an hour and to please refrain from drawing until then. And speaking of Art Class, whenever she draws a night sky, she insists on drawing little circles around all the stars and people dancing on the ground. And that brings up dancing, I had to stop her twice for taking off her clothes during a game of Ring Around the Rosy! By the way, what does the term "sky clad" mean?
    Aradia has no problem with making friends. I always find her sitting outside during recess with her friends sitting around her in a circle. She likes to share her juice and cookies. It is nice how she wants no one to ever thirst or hunger. However, when I walked over to see what they were doing, she jumped up and told me to stop, pulled out a little plastic knife and started waving it in front of me. I thought this was a bit dangerous, so I took her to the Principal's Office. She explained to the Principal that she was "opening the Circle" to let me in. She also said that her Mommy and Daddy always told her not to play or run with an "athame" in her hand, that she could put someone's eye out. I don't know what an "athame" is, but I am glad that she keeps it at home.
    As for stories, your daughter tends to make up some whoppers. Just yesterday while I was talking sternly to Tommy Johnson and shaking my finger at him, he started screaming and ran from the room. When I finally caught him, he told me that Aradia told him and the rest of the class that the last time I shook my finger at someone, they caught the chicken pox. I explained to him that the Sally Jones incident was just a coincidence, and that things like that don't really happen.
    One of the strangest things that happened was when I asked the children to bring in Halloween decorations for the classroom. Aradia brought in salt, incense and her family album. I see she has quite a sense of humor.
    One of Aradia's worst habits is that she is very argumentative. We were discussing what the Golden Rule was (Do Unto others as you would have them Do Unto You), she firmly disagreed with me and stated it was "Do As you Will, but Harm None" and she will not stop saying "So Mote It Be" after she reads aloud in class. I try correct her on these matters and she got very angry. She pointed her finger at me and  mumbled something under her breath.
    In closing, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, I would like to set up a parent/teacher conference with you sometime next week to discuss these matters. I would like to see you sooner, but I have developed an irritating rash that I am quite worried about.

With Deep Concerns,
Mrs. Livingston

P.S. Blessed Be. I understand that this is a greeting or closing from your country that your daughter informs me is polite and correct.


History of Friday 13th by MoonSpirit

It is Friday October 13, the 694rd anniversary of the arrest of the Knights Templar. Which is how Friday the 13th got to be known as an unlucky day. This rings even more true for Friday October 13th, as this was the day in 1307 that Jacques de Molay, the 23rd and Final Grandmaster of the Order of the Knights of the Temple of Solomon, was arrested.

The charges against the Templar's were that of heresy and witchcraft. The Templar's were known to associate with Sufis in the middle east (most notably the Hashishians/Assassins) it is here that they may have learned the secrets of the Qabalah and other forms of mysticism. Including the keys of Solomon and the secrets of the sacred geometry and sacred architecture as the Templar's were housed next to the remains of the Temple of Solomon. Rumors have it that the Templar's excavated into the area beneath the Muslim mosque that now occupies the location of the original temple and there they discovered the secrets of Hiram,
the Phoenician Master Mason that built the Temple.

This culminates with the Templar's going underground after the arrest in 1307 and the disbandment on March 19th, 1314 - when Jacques de Molay was burned at the stake, but not before declaring that the men responsible, King Philip IV of France and Pope Clement V would be called within the year to met with him in a tribunal before God. Both men died that year.

There is evidence that the Templar's were befriended by Robert the Bruce (King of Scotland, you may remember him from the movie Braveheart, he was the Prince that William Wallace supported) and may have given them sanctuary in Scotland. Where they continued to meet, but were forced to assume a fake identity.
They took over a workers guild, that of the Masons. Thus starting Freemasonry, which hold sacred the Temple of Solomon and has many hermetic traditions and even uses the same system of degrees and titles as the Templar's. This in turn influenced the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn whose most notable members were Aleister Crowley, Bram Stoker, and William Butler Yeats. And this of course influenced countless other occult groups.

The first three degrees of Scottish Freemasonry are referred to as the Blue Degrees. Note that the system devised by Gerald Gardner (commonly known as Wicca) also includes a system of 3 degrees. So the impact that the Templar's on modern occultism/paganism is tremendous. While the were a Christian order, they believed in religious tolerance, and through their contact with various groups in the "Holy Lands" they most likely acquired knowledge that would later lead to the charges of heresy and witchcraft that were put to them.

So on Thursday I'll cleanse my house and cars - and on this Friday, October 13, underneath the Blood Moon,
I will speak the praises of de Molay and the Templar's, express my gratitude for the illumination they provided,and my sorrow for the torture they endured at the hands of their brother Christians.

Maiden Mother Crone,
My Life
I danced the dance of maidenhood, a child so wild and free,
no cares, no worry, a magical time, it was as it was to be.
I danced the dance of motherhood, my most difficult lessons in life,
I learned of pain, I learned of loss, true joy mixed in with strife.
I dance the dance of Crone for now, I see all that I must see,
my cycle of  life I celebrate, all the knowing that's in me.
The Circle I dance now, is my circle of life and what I chose there in,
no rights, no wrongs, it is my life, from  beginning to the end.
The magic's still there, I just teach it now, and healing is my way,
I share with all who come to me, each and every day.
The pain, the loss, the joy, the strife, they're all part of the way,
and as I walk the young ones through, I show them, not just say:
Accept it all, it is your life, from birth until you die,
the choice is yours to laugh or cry and know the reasons why.
The magic's there, for you to have, just believe that and it is so,
trust your heart, be true to your self, the magic will always flow.
The Crone in me yet dances magic's dance, for I follow MY heart's behest:
"Find daily joys, keep the faith, and let the God/Goddess do the rest.
Thoughts from froggy
" Doctor, I have an ear ache."

2000 B.C. - "HERE, EAT THIS ROOT."

Sent to Me by Brett

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
what the hells all this crap for?
People getting mushy and starting to act queer,
its definetly the most annoying day of the year.

This day needs to get the hell over with and pass,
before I shove something up Cupids ass.

I spend the day so drunk I can not speak,
and wear black for the rest of the week.
Guys/Girls act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
for all thy are trying to do is get laid.

The arrow cupid shot at me must not have hit,
cause I think this love thing is a crock of shit!
So here is my story, what else can I say?
love bites my ass, SCREW VALENTINES DAY!

From:  William
A Bit of Pastorial Humor

The pastor of a store front church had an  interesting experience.
The pastor's church is  called Almighty God Tabernacle.
On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was  working late,
and decided to call his wife  before he left for home.
It was about 10:00 PM,  but his wife didn't answer the phone.
The pastor  let it ring many times.
He thought it was odd  that she didn't answer,
but decided to wrap up  a few things and try again in a few minutes.
 When he tried again she answered right away.
He asked her why she hadn't answered before,  and she said that it hadn't rung at their house.
They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry way.
The following Monday, the pastor received a call  at the church office,
which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night.
The man that he  spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on  Saturday night.

The pastor couldn't figure out  what the guy was talking about.
Then the guy  said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer."
The pastor remembered the mishap and  apologized for disturbing him,
explaining that  he'd intended to call his wife.
The man said, "That's, OK. Let me tell you my  story.
You see, I was planning to commit  suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I  prayed,
'God if you're there, and you don't want  me to do this, give me a sign now.'
At that point  my phone started to ring.
I looked at the caller  ID, and it said, 'Almighty God!
I was afraid to  answer!"

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