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Friday, November 25, 2005

Iroquois Indian Museum

Mother Damnable Returns

Thank you so much Roc Rebel Granny, for your kind words and for finding another Mother Damnable, now let me think does she remind me of anybody I know?

Mary Ann Conklin, well perhaps we are both a little heavy on the salt, but it does make for wonderful fireworks.


http://www.historylink.org/essays/printer_friendly/index.cfm?file_id=1934
http://rocrebelgranny.blogspot.com/

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Book Review

If anyone has any time for reading over the holiday, I can thoroughly recommend
Gate to Women’s Country or, more, recently Beauty.

My Ladies of Amazonia grace us with their presence :

The Gate To Women’s Country

Synopsis:
“Classic fantasy from the amazing Sheri S. Tepper. Women rule in Women's Country. Women live apart from men, sheltering the remains of civilization They have cut themselves off with walls and by ordinance from marauding males.”

Customer Review:

“I READ THIS BOOK THE FIRST TIME SEVERAL YEARS AGO, I WAS AMAZED, SHE NOT ONLY HAD THE RIGHT QUESTIONS, SHE EVEN HAD SOME OF THE ANSWERS! FOR A PURELY GOOD READ, GET IT. FOR A MOMENT A CLARITY, GET IT. IT'S NOT A DIATRIBE AGAINST MEN, IT'S AN EXPLORATION OF THE POSSIBLITIES OFFERED BY OUR PRESENT SOCIAL SYSTEMS. IT WOULD MAKE A GREAT FILM, AS WOULD ALL HER BOOKS”
Cate toward From STANFORD-LE-HOPE, ENGLAND

Beauty

Review:

“Beauty is the half mortal, half fairy daughter of a 14th century English duke. A fairy curse puts the entire household into an extended sleep, but Beauty escapes using a magic cloak. Outside the castle, she is captured by a film crew from the 21st century who have come to film the end of magic. Beauty lives for a while in the overpopulated, ugly 21st century where nature has been completely destroyed by humans and magic no longer works. She escapes, and her subsequent adventures take her to imaginary countries, the land of Faery, the late 20th century….” Elizabeth Sourbut

Thanksgiving Prayer

We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their Light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in
Whom is embodied all goodness, and
Who directs all things for the good of
Her children.

~Iroquois Prayer

LVX~A~

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Where Is The Love

Black Eyed Peas

(Google it ;>)

Buffalo Soldier

Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta:
There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
I mean it, when I analyze the stench -
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier,
And he was taken from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta -
Buffalo soldier in the heart of america.
If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me,
Who the ’eck do I think I am.
I’m just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Said he was fighting on arrival,
fighting for survival;
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Buffalo soldier troddin’ through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin’ through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america;
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin’ through san juan in the arms of america;
Troddin’ through jamaica, a buffalo soldier# -
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:

Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta.Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob-marley/21701.html

The Forest House

I travelled to the forest, I was due to meet friends of mine, they and I had not met for a while and although we had attended the Great Coven I had not seen them since I had the honour of meeting My Lady Alacrite. I not had heard their view of the firework display, nor of the vampire. It’s always good to catch up with old friends.

The morning was clear and fresh, I was enjoying a long pace. As I walked I looked for wild strawberries by the side of the path, My Lady Raven greeted me as she accompanied me for a while. The trees were glorious, in full leaf. I turned my face to the sun as I walked. My Lady Honeysuckle was as fragrant and lovely as ever.

As I reached the top of the rise I rested and as I admired the scenic vista I noticed a movement “My Lord Oberon” How lovely I waved back. “Mother” He greeted me “Still beating those slugs?”

“I’ve kept them back so far this year, but there seems to be more of them somehow, I’m thinking of using nematodes next year. Have you news of My Lady Fuchsia?”

“Yes, she is very well, it seems that her journey agrees with her and you, My Lady Damnable, have you recovered well from your own travels?”

We laughed and exchanged news. I had a bottle of Rose Hip Syrup much diluted, which we shared as we talked. The Sun climbed into the sky and I knew it was time to continue my journey; I bade Farewell to Oberon, hoping we would meet again soon. Much of the road was downhill now so I would make good time.

As the trees thickened overhead I found refuge from the sun in the cool and the dark of the forest. The fern was high and the brook babbled happily as it flowed, I breathed in the forest air. As I walked the forest grew darker around me. Deeper and deeper into the forest I walked, luckily the path was known to me as the dark closed in.

Soon enough I began to detect a difference in the air and I knew my sisters were waiting for me, what fun to greet them again. I quickened my pace eager to know their news and share mine. My sisters of the Forest House were waiting to greet me. We had waited long enough.

Please Welcome Ladies

My change was wrong a few days ago, but when I looked I had been given two old one shilling pieces, a Florin. Two Bob. I think I may keep them, they are lovely.

I believe My Ladies Damnable and Redcap have joined us. Please enjoy Cyberspace Ladies, it’s so much easier than the astral, I think you’ll love it!

The Kennington Play Project (2)

"CALL FOR SOLIDARITY FROM St. Agnes Place and the Kennington PlayProject
Please Forward this to people in South London.

On Wednesday 23rd November 2005 at Brixton Town Hall, Lambeth Council will be holding a full council meeting. We want to discuss the future of St Agnes Place and the nearby Kennington Play Project.

Their plan is to close the playground and knock down twenty one properties (52 54 56 58 60 6264 66 68 70 72 74 75 77 79 81 83 85 87 89 and 91) in a £16m deal with LondonQuadrant Housing who want to buy the land.

For more than 30 years, the squatters of St Agnes Place have formed one of Britain's most distinctive communities and have established themselves as a positive part of the wider community. The Kennington Play Project has offered a safe open-access play facility for local children which is as in demand now as it was over 25 years ago when it opened.

Once the council takes a decision like this, the likelihood of further land sales anddemolition in the area increases. Where will this stop and where will the children who use the playground go to play?

The demolition notice has already been served, and it is now a matter of time before they act on it.

Lambeth Council has been trying to get rid of the residents of St Agnes Place for years - Councillor Keith Fitchett recently described them as “parasites”. This is the same man who is at the centre of a Council Housing fraud scandal which has recently cost £2.8mof tax payer’s money. Police fear this money may never be recovered and Fitchett may be forced to resign as a result.

We are being expected toput our trust in a council which is knee deep in scandal and financial mismanagement.The meeting on the 23rd is your opportunity to make your views heard.We need to let Lambeth know that their plans are totally unacceptable and will have an extremely negative impact on the local residents. The more people we can get down to Brixton Town Hall the better. Please pass this information on to your friends and arrange to meet at 6:00pm.

For further information please feel free to call: 07795 542 458"

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.


Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924
http://www.bartleby.com/113/4010.html

Merry Meet

There are many forms of greetings, one of my favourite greetings is

“Merry meet Merry part and Merry meet again”

This is a celebration of all our Merry Meetings, all our Merry partings and all our Merry Meetings again :>)

The greeting is usually shortened to “Merry Meet” if spoken at all.

On leaving a fellow traveller it is customary to bless them until you once again merrily meet.

This is done by the words “Blessed Be” thought or spoken.

Merry Meet and Blessed Be

Truth

I listen for Truth
For truth speaks softly
It is not boastful nor proud

Truth whispers low
Solemn quiet
It wraps around
Like Smoke
Subtle and free

Truth
Knows no
Boundaries
No limits

Truth
Speaks
From within
Not without
It floats
In the spaces
Of dreams
It is not angry or vengeful

Truth simply is
It cannot
Be hidden
Nor disguised

Truth
Shines
Like iridescent
Dew
It rests
Within
Your heart
Of hearts

Truth
Unchanged
Living
The promise
As it was so
It shall
Be


Crys The Tears
Dreamwalker ~Lakota
Copywright 2000

Monday, November 21, 2005

Redemption Song

Words by Bob Marley
http://www.bobmarley.com/songs/songs.cgi?redemption

Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I from the
Bottom less pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty
We forward in this generation triumphantly
All I ever had is songs of freedom
Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs, redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Yes some say it's just part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Want you here to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
All I ever had, redemption songs
These songs of freedom, songs of freedom

http://www.bobmarley.com/songs/songs.cgi?babylon

The Kennington Play Project

"CALL FOR SOLIDARITY FROM St. Agnes Place and the Kennington Play
Project

Please Forward this to people in South London.

On Wednesday 23rd November 2005 at Brixton Town Hall, Lambeth Council
will be holding a full council meeting. We want to discuss the future of St
Agnes Place and the nearby Kennington Play Project. Their plan is to
close the playground and knock down twenty one properties (52 54 56 58 60 62
64 66 68 70 72 74 75 77 79 81 83 85 87 89 and 91) in a £16m deal with London
Quadrant Housing who want to buy the land.

For more than 30 years, the squatters of St Agnes Place have formed one
of Britain's most distinctive communities and have established themselves
as a positive part of the wider community. The Kennington Play Project has
offered a safe open-access play facility for local children which is as
in demand now as it was over 25 years ago when it opened. Once the council
takes a decision like this, the likelihood of further land sales and
demolition in the area increases. Where will this stop and where will
the children who use the playground go to play?

The demolition notice has already been served, and it is now a matter
of time before they act on it. Lambeth Council has been trying to get rid
of the residents of St Agnes Place for years - Councillor Keith Fitchett
recently described them as “parasites”. This is the same man who is at
the centre of a Council Housing fraud scandal which has recently cost £2.8m
of tax payer’s money. Police fear this money may never be recovered and
Fitchett may be forced to resign as a result. We are being expected to
put our trust in a council which is knee deep in scandal and financial
mismanagement.

The meeting on the 23rd is your opportunity to make your views heard.
We need to let Lambeth know that their plans are totally unacceptable and
will have an extremely negative impact on the local residents. The more
people we can get down to Brixton Town Hall the better. Please pass
this information on to your friends and arrange to meet at 6:00pm.

For further information please feel free to call: 07795 542 458"

Charmed by the Mundane?

Ever feel that every day life is crowding in? That matters of the mundane are obscuring your view of the enchantment? Life can be complicated at times. If you find mundane issues are clouding your judgement I have a tonic for you :>)

Take a multi faceted cut glass crystal wash it well. Hang it at a sunny window, take note that the crystal is blessing you with rainbows on your ceiling or walls. Use a large glass, rinse well and fill with water. Hold the glass by the crystal so that tiny intense rainbows are held within the water.

As you do this look out of the window into the world, relax and watch as the crystal continues to charge the water. When you feel ready drink the water, sip it, as you do so visualize the spirit of the rainbow in you life. Feel yourself filling up with crystal light. If you do not finish the water keep it with you and drink it through out the day.

You may find that you see things differently in all aspects of your life and the rainbows will continue to bless you with energies that will make your work in the mundane much simplified. Leave the crystal hanging in the window, remember to wash it regularly.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Fog Warning (UK)

There is a Fog warning for tomorrow morning will everyone who needs to drive in the fog please remember to turn your lights on.

Thank you

The Troll Guard ~ Revised ending ~

The Troll Guard is well known to me. I first summoned them when I was a Witchling concerning a matter in the mundane that I don’t even remember now. I know I felt I needed protection. Tossing and turning at night I couldn’t sleep so rose to look out of the window, I lived on the sixteenth floor so imagine my surprise when I saw the back of a huge helmeted head. The head must have been five foot from the forehead to his chin.

I knew there would be three other trolls guarding each corner of the building. That was what I had asked for. He was holding his sword upright in front of his face. I felt so protected and peaceful that I was able to go back to sleep. The Troll Guard have been with me on and off ever since.

Contrary to popular opinion Trolls are very large indeed; they can be a little clumsy because of this. They enjoy logic and like to keep things straightforward. Because of this they respond well to military discipline and often form guards, for protection and for other various causes. They are fearless in a just cause.

Many years later, in cyber space, I came across a group who were inflicted by a psychic vampire. I was part of their cause too. The vampire attacked me and the resulting sulphurous exchange could be detected through the ether. However the group continued to give credence to the vampire so its powers grew.

I was summoned through several covens; an explanation was required of me. I explained there were too many women and children involved for me to simply walk away. I had no credence in the group troubled with the vampire so was unable to influence them. The group were charmed by the mundane. Elders muttered and chuntled. I held my ground I believed the group needed help.

A lady came forward with flowers in her hair, she offered me her cup, I admired her dress. She presented to me a book*; she took a flower from her hair and arranged it in my curls, a Bluebell. Another lady came forward she wore a necklace of sapphires that glittered blue in the flames. I smiled and bowed. She presented me with three sprigs of Rosemary.

I relaxed just enough to look around. I saw many old friends amongst them were The Troll Guard. I bowed to them relieved to see old friends amongst such an august assembly. I was called forward again, “You have your own path, all our paths begin at sunrise and end at sunset. Any other business before we adjourn for dinner?”

During the feast I caught up with friends and acquaintances, the food was good and so was the wine! There was music and singing, and much conjuring. I began to be restless I know in the morning I would have much work to do. A book to read and an instrument to write. I made my excuses bade sad farewells and left.

The next morning I rose early and settled down by the fireside to read my book. There were clues and riddles. As I read I untangled the Bluebell from my hair. Everything fitted so nicely into place. Everything I needed was at hand as I began to build the instrument. Protection was needed, then cleaners too, strong-arm tactics were called for, much salt. Was it funny? Did it Rhyme? Words just flowed for the longest of times.

At last it was ready, I hoped so at least. I think I had covered every contingency. Vampires are such tricky things to deal with, the first rule being do not engage. I sent a copy of the instrument to the coven elders. At Length I received the reply “We are ready. At your word” I needed somehow to warn innocents not to engage. The battle would be hard; no prisoners were to be taken. No hostages allowed.

I engaged with the group, the vampire was gross and hideous, under their charm the group could only see it’s mundane face. I conversed calmly gaining their trust. Finally I judged the best time to send the instrument of destruction, I rose at four and sent the mail back channel. Deleted the e-mail account and went back to bed. I didn’t turn my computer on until after noon the next day.

There were explosions and fall out amongst the group. The vampire had posted the instrument into the group. I held hard. A drink of Black Currant fell all over the vampire’s keyboard. Some innocents engaged, others did not. Every post was given the name of the instrument; did they know what they were doing? Incantation after incantation poured in. Instigated by the vampire that had sown the seeds of it’s own destruction.

The Captain of the Troll guard had signalled “Ready” As did My Lady Black Currant.

Still the energy poured in. The greedy vampire sucked it in, so far gone was it with its delusion it could not sense our presence clearly. Energy continued to flow into it, the creature began to panic, it’s mouth opened, it could not contain the stream of energy it had wished upon itself. As it exploded I saw a movement to my right, a sparkle of twinkling dust.

The energy changed, whizzed skywards and became the most wondrous display, everyone’s favourite firework was there, huge and colourful and loud! The fireworks went on and on, the explosions became a drumbeat. We were surrounded by the smell of gunpowder. I remembered to breath. When eventually the fireworks were over and my head had cleared I glanced to my right.

I beheld the most beautiful apparition. Her dress was as white as her beautiful wings. She held a wand in each hand. One was tied with roses and the other with lilies. As she turned to me the air around her sparkled. Her hair was decked with a circlet of flowers and the sweet perfume of many flowers filled the air.

“Mother” a Troll’s voice spoke “May I present to you The Lady Alacrite” I bowed to the lady who had stood at my shoulder. “My Lady Damnable” she nodded to greet me. We were both offered a glass of Elderflower Cordial. We both drank deeply then the Lady spoke “Perhaps next time you could use less salt.”

We began to clean, there was indeed much salt! The Troll Guard stood down. Wearily we all found our way home. At length there came another summons, this time for a celebration in the Court of the Crimson Queen. Which is another story entirely.

* The Cad Goddeu or Battle of the Trees ~ Taliesin 2

http://www.maryjones.us/ctexts/t08.html

http://oldpoetry.com/poetry/29712


My Lady Alacrite's Archives

http://community-2.webtv.net/darlingdtr/AlacritesArchives/

If these links don't work, cut and paste to the google search box above and you'll arrive, via google.

Non Violent Direct Action

"The problem with the use of violent confrontation strategies is that they quickly escalate to the point where the parties' only concerns are victory, vengeance, and self-defense. In these cases, the moral arguments of people who are being unjustly treated become irrelevant. What matters is that they have used violent strategies and their opponent is, therefore, justified in a violent response. This problem is complicated by the fact that both sides are usually able to argue that the other side started the violence...."

http://www.colorado.edu/conflict/peace/treatment/nonviolc.htm

"Martin Luther King sums it up: "In any non-violent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts to determine whether injustices exist; negotiation; self-purification; and direct action. People often ask, 'Isn't negotiation a better path than direct action?' The purpose of direct action is to facilitate negotiation."

An extract from a letter from Birmingham Gaol, April 1963.

The World's End

Mother Damnable at the World's End

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World%27s_End


"…..around the same time, Camden was home to a famous healer and soothsayer known as Mother Damnable (the name is something of a giveaway). According to Peter Ackroyd, her dwelling was on the site of Camden tube station, and Wikipedia suggests that The World’s End pub was once known as Old Mother Damnable’s.

Witchcraft continues to play a part in the London story. The Old Bailey was troubled with it’s last witchcraft case only in 1944, when Helen Duncan was arraigned for channelling D-Day secrets. Churchill visited the sorceress during her 9-month incarceration, after describing the trial as “Obsolete tomfoolery”. He later repealed the Witchcraft act...."

http://www.londonist.com/archives/2005/10/londonists_spoo.php

Woman to Woman Encouragement

Someone will always be smarter. Their house will be bigger. They will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school. And their partners will fix more things around the house.

So let it go and love you and your circumstances. Think about it. The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. The richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, clothes, might be heartbreakingly lonely.

So, love you. Love who you are right now. Tell yourself, "I am too blessed to be stressed." Be blessed ladies and encourage another woman. "To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world."


Possibilities and miracles are one and the same.

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Stroke Recognition

During a BBQ a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6.00am, Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ - had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. It only takes a minute to read this-

Recognizing a Stroke A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed and getting to the patient within 3 hours, which is tough. RECOGNIZING A STROKE Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps. Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke. Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

1. *Ask the individual to SMILE.
2. *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
3. *Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE

Coherently.. (i.e. It is sunny out today) If he or she has trouble with any of these tasks, call 999 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher. After discovering that a group of non-medical volunteers could identify facial weakness, arm weakness and speech problems, researchers urged the general public to learn the three questions. They presented their conclusions at the American Stroke Association's annual meeting last February. Widespread use of this test could result in prompt diagnosis and treatment of the stroke and prevent brain damage. A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved. BE A FRIEND AND SHARE THIS ARTICLE WITH AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE, you could save their lives.


LVX

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Elder Flower Foot Bath

November 2005

Color of the day: Pink

Incense of the day: Sandalwood

The theme of this month is the remembrance of elders, community, stability, and wisdom. Honor an elderly friend or family member by utilizing the gifts of the elder tree as a tribute to the elder Moon. Elder flowers (Sambucus nigra) ease depression and are a relaxant and treatment for puffy eyes and rheumatism.

Steep one cup of elder flowers in four cups of water. Dip two cotton squares in the elder tea, put them in a bowl, and place the bowl in the freezer. Strain one cup of the infusion and set it aside. Pour the remaining tea and flowers into a basin. Have your elder put his or her feet up, relaxing and drinking the tea with a bit of honey and lemon. Test the temperature of the elder infusion in the basin, and when it is not too hot add one teaspoon of lavender flowers. Have your elder place his or her feet into the floral infusion, then put cotton squares on his or her eyes. Let him or her relax as long as he or she would like, then gently towel-dry his or her feet and offer a pair of comfortable slippers.

By: Stephanie Rose Bird

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