THE PATH
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
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.
**********
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
**********
A SHORT HISTORY OF MEDICINE:
" Doctor, I have an ear ache."
2000 B.C. - "HERE, EAT THIS ROOT."
1000 B.C. - "THAT ROOT IS HEATHEN, SAY THIS PRAYER."
1850 A.D. - "THAT PRAYER IS SUPERSTITION, DRINK THIS POTION."
1940 A.D. - "THAT POTION IS SNAKE OIL, SWALLOW THIS PILL."
1985 A.D. - "THAT PILL IS INEFFECTIVE, TAKE THIS ANTIBIOTIC."
2000 A.D. - "THAT ANTIBIOTIC IS ARTIFICIAL. 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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