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Saturday, December 24, 2005

~ The Thirteen Days Of Yule ~


In another place we've been playing a game based on the song Twelve Days of Christmas, remember, it begins

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me..."

We changed it to Thirteen days of Yule here's the gift list from Owlfin Sidhe:

Thirteen spirit guides
Twelve celtic gods
Eleven elfin lords
Ten stones of knowledge
Nine crystal skulls
Eight points of lights
Seven flying faeries
Six magick mirrors
Five rings of power
Four fuzzy trolls
Three leprechaun's
Two fire dragons
And a water sprite in a fish bowl!



If anyone has time I'd love to read your gift list

Friday, December 23, 2005

Another Mother Damnable Returns

The Art of Frenzy: Public Madness in the Visual Culture of Europe, 1500-1850 By Jane Kromm

contains an anonymous English print (1676) of the virago Mother Damnable.

The book is very expensive but I'd love to see the print.

So thats:

Mother Mary Ann Conklin Damnable, found by the wonderful http://rocrebelgranny.blogspot.com/

http://www.historylink.org/essays/output.cfm?file_id=1934

Mother Damnable and Mother Red Cap at the World's End Camden

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

Mother Virago Damnable ( Though kind words ever sooth the savage breast and if that fails I feel a cup of tea generously laced with Brandy would do the trick!)

And my own good self

Mother Sharon Alden Gifford Damnable

So be careful when you call, you never know which damned woman may turn up!

A Christmas wish


Without the door Let Sorrow Lie
And If Of Cold It Hapt' To Die
We'll Bake It In A Christmas Pie
And Evermore
Be Merry!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Fairytale Of New York ~ Great Britian's Favourite Xmas Song! ~

shane macgowan/j. finer)
It was christmas eve babe In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling This year’s for me and you
So happy christmas I love you baby
I can see a better time When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand On a cold christmas eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out For christmas day
You’re a bum You’re a punk You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray God it’s our last
The boys of the nypd choir Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out For christmas day
I could have been someone Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me When I first found you
I kept them with me babe I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone I’ve built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choirWere singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out For christmas day

Thor The Thunderer



When I was very young my Grandfather gave me a book it was “The Tales of the Norse Gods” Maybe he recognised the Viking spirit in me. I loved this book and it remains a favourite.

I used to dream of riding out with the Valkyrie, to the field of battle, giving comfort to the wounded heroes, magically easing their pain, then finally, when it was time carrying them home to Asgard where they would be welcomed to the halls of the Gods, what great rejoicing there would be to have a favourite son welcomed home.

The warriors would feast and laugh, aye and sometimes my sisters, also warriors would join in their tales, we maidens would giggle and blush and fill their drinking horns or provide another dish of food. Since then I have my own tales of battle but we continue to laugh and raise a horn to friends still absent.

This is how I learnt of Thor, great red-headed Lord, patron of Warriors, he protects both Gods and men from the forces of evil. He is invoked in matters of Law and Order and has a Fertility Aspect. Thor controls Thunder and lightening and storms at sea.

His famous hammer Mjollnir increased his already impressive strength. Thor is the son of Mother Earth and was the only one who could control Loki when at his worst. Although in some tales Loki and Thor worked well together.

Thursday is named for Thor, and I often feel close to him especially on this day, a thunderstorm on a Thursday is a magical sign to me, so I suppose it’s no wonder that in these days of hypocrisy and evil I feel a need to invoke my lord Thor.

Thor, Lord Almighty, childhood playmate
Be with us now and help keep us straight
Fight with us against the evil men
Babylon’s here! It shames us again.
Women and children cry out in their pain
While Babylon strives, filthy lucre to gain
The serpent arises, its coils are tensing
Thor, my lord, its Armageddon I’m sensing.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Parliament Square Calling

Totah Wrote:

"I just watched the news, there are carollers in Parliament Square RIGHT NOW pushing at the Serious Organised Crime etc. Act, along with Maya Evans and a human rights lawyer. "

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4545704.stm

MaMa D's Merry Dance

I know, I know, you thought it was just me and you, but before we go any further it only seems fair to warn you that my stats show I've had 3,206 hits so far this month!

Yeah Babe!

So I just wanted to say Welcome, thanks for visiting, I hope you are enjoying MS D's Merry Dance and that you will continue to visit and tell all your friends!

Don't forget to Google out or hit the Google add button, I've made $4.80 so far this month so clearly someone's not doing their bit!

Season's Greetings!

Dancing Our Dreams Alive

a Winter Solstice celebration of our connection with Mother Earth)

In Celtic lands, from which most of our Western traditions derive, the Solstice -- or "yule" -- was marked by giant bonfires on hilltops, as the people sought to keep the darkness at bay.

The year's shortest day and longest night, the Winter Solstice, was celebrated with the next new dawn, as it was shown that the Sun had triumphed over darkness, the Sun had not been "eaten," but was born again. Some would drum throughout the night, lending their energy to keep the Sun alive.

Thereafter, each day would be a little longer, the light a little stronger, as Sol waxed and the darkness waned.
It also marked the end of the "nether" time that began in October, with Samhain, when spirits walked freely across the land: portals between living and dying closed again til another year.

The time of growing light had come, as the time of spring and the Equinox would each day draw nearer. However cold and dark the days remained, a glimmer of hope had arrived.

While Celtic peoples celebrated this special time with feasts, some Native American tribes saw this unique celestial event in a different light. Among the Iroquois, it was a time of dreaming.

Rather than staying up all night to celebrate the dawn, the People of the Longhouse turned in early, to sleep, to dream.

As Mother Night reigned supreme, in dreaming they walked between the worlds of light and darkness, gathering great meaning from what The Great Mystery illuminated for them.

At first light, the entire tribe would gather and each tribal member -- men, women, to the smallest child -- would stand and relate what visions they saw on this special night.

The dreams would be discussed at length by the entire tribe for each vision's meaning -- for the individual, about the world, for the tribe. Sigmund Freud wasn't the first to explore or discover the importance of nightly dreaming any more than Columbus "discovered" the New World. For, the Iroquois practiced this annual event for 1,000 years before the first European set foot on these shores.

French Jesuit missionaries in the 1600s marveled at the Iroquois' annual event, writing about them in letters and journals, especially the aspect of the tribe "acting out" various dreams.

It is a powerful awakening each year, this night of dreams, to be approached in sacred manner. In shamanism, the "gift" of a vision is not realized until acted upon, manifested or "danced" into this reality. That is the Great Truth of our walking between the worlds, at any time of the year, but especially during this time.

What the Iroquois knew, and Westerners would not "discover" for hundreds of years, is that the line between waking "reality" and nightly dreaming is not so impermeable. What the Creator instructs in dreams can be the very "reality" of health, insights, group dynamics and individuality within a community, revealing not only the dreamer's world, but the shared vision -- and lessons -- for a people.

Our modern society has yet to learn this profound truth. Our true desires are slumbering within us even as the Earth turns cold outside and plants sleep as next spring's seeds beneath the ground. We know the world in our hearts, among the Sacred Hoop of our family, friends and loved ones.

It is sad that this time of year has become so commercialized. As our minds are racing to keep up with Christmas shopping, parties, socializing and demands of societal and cultural expectations, our bodies -- if they are in sync with the Earth -- are slowing down.

Our attention should not be on the accelerating demands of action to fulfill some cultural impossibility (Christmas and all its attendant demands on time and energy), but on our inner fires, our visions. If we are in sync with the Earth, our outer world will mean less as our inner world expands. The light within will illuminate how we and our world should be.

This year, let's join in dancing our dreams alive as Mother Night watches over us, giving birth to a new dawn. Let's heed our dreams, the ones that are birthed within us, not the ones imposed from without. Let's let the spirit of our joyful, loving hearts' reality drive out the ghosts of fear and illusion.

Dance your dream! Watch your dreams come alive!

It is the only "reality" that matters.

Aho.

Mitakuye Oyasin!

About the author: Jim Ewing is a Reiki Master and shamanic practitioner who lives in Lena, Miss. See his Web site: Healing The Earth/Ourselves http://healing.about.com/cs/uc_directory/a/wsolstice_ewing_p.htm
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The Accomplice

~ A Solstice Tale ~

Oh God, the God of Formation
Book of Taliesin V


O GOD, the God of formation,
Ruler, strengthener of blood.
Christ Jesus, that guards,
Princes loud-proclaiming go their course.
For a decaying acquisition.
It will not make me without shares,
The praising thy mercy.
There hath not been here;
O supreme Ruler;
There hath not been; there will not be,
One so good as the Lord.
There hath not been born in the day of the people
Any one equal to God.
And no one will acknowledge
Any one equal to him.
Above heaven, below heaven,
There is no Ruler but he.
Above sea, below sea,
He created us.When God comes
A great noise will pierce us,
The day of judgment terribly.
Messengers from the door,
Wind, and sea, and fire.lightning and thunder
A number without flattery.
The people of the world groaning
Will be concealed. A reaching arm will be brought.
Will be concealed the sea and stars,
When the Father descends,To take vengeance with his hosts
With trumpets penetrating into the four regions.
And to set the sea on fire.
The nations of the world will be burnt,
Until they are reduced to ashes.
Was burnt the desert portion
Before his great presence.
He will draw a stream
Before his front rank.Kings will shudder (that) day,
Woe awaits them!
When the recompenser shall appear,
Let the heaven appear below.
A ruddy wind will be brought
Out to the cinder,Until the world is as desolate
As when created.
Saint Peter says it,The day of the earth;
There will come a Saturday,The earth in one furnace.
Saturday, a clear morning;
The love-diffusing (Lord) will separate us.
The land of worldly weather,
A wind will melt the trees:
There will pass away every tranquillity
When the mountains are burnt.There will be again inhabitants
With horns before kings; The mighty One will send them,
Sea, and land, and lake.
There will be again a trembling terror,
And a moving of the earth,
And above every field,
And ashes the rocks will be;
With violent exertion, concealment,
And burning of lake.
A wave do ye displace,
A shield do ye extend
To the travelling woe,
And violent exertion through grief.
And inflaming through fury
Between heaven and earth.
When the Trinity shall come
To the field of its majesty,
The host of heaven about it,
An extensive tribe near it,
Songs and minstrels.
And the hymns of angels,
Will raise from the graves,
They will entreat from the beginning.
They will entreat together publicly,
On so great a destiny.
Those whom the sea has destroyed
Will make a great shout,
At the time when cometh
He, that will separate them.
As many as are mine,
Let them go to the right.
Those that have done evil,
Let them go to the left side.
Do not thy passions counteract
What thy lips utter?
Thy going in thy course into valleys,
Dark without lights.
And mine were his words.
And mine were his languages.
And mine was his bright country,
And their hundred fuluesses.
The hundredth country present.
I have not been without battle.
Bitter affliction was frequent
Between me and my cousins.
Frequent trials fell
Between me and my fellow-countrymen.
There was frequent contention
Between me and the wretched.
This ever overcame me,
Man would never do it.
Those that placed me on the cross
I knew when young.That drove me on the tree,
My head hung down. Stretched were my two feet,
So sad their destiny. Stretched with extreme pain
The bones of my feet. Stretched were my two arms,
Their burden will not be. Stretched were my two shoulders,
So diligently it was done. Stretched were the nails,
Within my heart. Stretched was the spiking,
Between my two eyes.Thick are the holes
Of the crown of thorns in my head.
The lance was struck
And my side was pierced.
It will be struck to you also,
As your right hand (struck me).
To you there will be no forgiveness,
For piercing me with spears.
And the Ruler we knew not
When thou wert hung.Ruler of heaven, Ruler of every people!
We knew not, O Christ! that it was thou.If we had known thee,
Christ, we should have refrained from thee.
A denial will not be received
From the race of the lower country.
Ye have committed wickedness
Against the Creator.
A hundred thousand angels
Are to me witnesses,
Who came to conduct me
After my hanging,
When hanging cruelly,
Myself to deliver me
In heaven there was trembling
When I had been hung.When I cried out Eli!1
God love-prospering above heaven.
And sing ye, the two Johns,
Before me the two primary parts.
With two books in your hands,
Beading them.There would not come a great difficulty
And yours will be flattery,
The value of your foolish speech.
Dissolution will close
Upon you to moist Uffern.
Christ Jesus high hath founded three hundred thousand years,
Since he is in life,And a second thousand before the cross
Shone Enoch.2Do not the brave know
The greatness of their progeny?
A country present will meet thee,
And while it may possibly be yours,
Three hundred thousand years save one,
A short hour of the day of everlasting life.

http://www.maryjones.us/ctexts/t05.html

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The Surprise Gift


I had a lovely surprise gift that I am so taken with I thought I'd share :>)

It's a Bronze Roman ring (probably 3rd century) it has held a stone or perhaps piece of glass, which has long gone, the bronze where the stone was held has been hammered into a flat circle and a crude pentagram stamped into the metal, probably in the late 14 century.

The bottom of the circle has worn down considerably causing me to believe that the ring was worn backwards with the pentagram facing into the palm of the hand and just the plain band almost like a wedding band facing outwards.

The ring has been worn with two points of the pentagram facing upwards signifying the Horned God.

I am in awe of the considerable bravery and trust it must have taken to wear this ring, in times when possession of such a thing would mean certain torture and death by burning at the stake.

I think the crudeness of the pentagram is beautiful in itself, whoever had the ring stamped would not have dared to go to the local blacksmith as this may have spelt danger.

It is a ladies ring and fits me perfectly :>) I wish I could tell more about it, I've never seen anything like it before and am sending love and light back to my sisters who wore it before me.

Merry Yule

Monday, December 19, 2005

* Blair Refuses a Public Inquiry into the 7/7 Bombings:- *

*Blair Refuses a Public Inquiry into the 7/7 Bombings:-

*http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4526604.stm

We learned this week that the Blair and Co are to deny us a Public Inquiry into the 7/7 London Bombings. Instead of a full and frank inquiry into how and why four young British Muslim men apparently managed to detonate 4 bombs in London, Killing 52 people and injuring 700 more, we are to get a 'Narrative of Events' written by a senior civil servant to tell us what happened.

Rachel From North london survived the London Bombings, she was 7 feet away from one of the bombs when it went off, and she has been doing a stunning job of representing many [not all] of the victims in the media, especially those who are disgusted with how they have been treated and represented:

http://rachelnorthlondon.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-77-public-enquiry.html

Unsprisingly, they [and we] are more than a little pissed off by Blair and Co's apparent attempts to cover up what happened, and fob us off with a report from a civil servant.We all feel that the only way to attempt to prevent further attacks, and to lower the terrorist threat is to find out what happened, how it happened and why it happened. A government civil servant writing a 'narrative' is not going to do that. It will simply give us the government version of events from which they and we will learn nothing.If you feel the same, would you consider posting details of this story, and linking it to Rachel's blog [the above link] and the petition they have started?

http://www.petitiononline.com/July7th/petition.htmlThis does not just concern UK residents, it concerns everyone. If the price paid for not learning any lessons that might prove unpalateable for Blair and Co is public safety - that affects anyone who might visit as well as those who live here. According to Rachel:"Yes - the petition is open to anyone - tourists, non-British public, freedom-loving peoples everywhere, please sign up if you want an honest evaluation of what the hell has been going on."Rachel's article on the subject for today's Sunday Times is here: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2092-1937542,00.html

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Please may I have an ASBO?

From today's Telegraph "If the current annual increase of 250% per annum continues, by some point in about March 2016 EVERYONE in the UK will have an ASBO."

Please may I apply at my local Post Office for a form to Qualify for an ASBO?

I feel sure that the intrusive and all persuavive conditions and applications may apply.

If I am not to be given what must only be considerered as a fair opportunity for an ASBO I can only wonder why I am not ASBO worthy?

Have I not been that really irritating bitch that so deserved to be fucked up at your coat heels?

Have I not been the one that denied your mysogynistic wet dreams?

Was I not the one that died for you? And smiled at the gift?

Have you not had your pleasure of me yet?

Give ME an ASBO that I may ever share with my brothers yet!

ASBO, ASBO, ASBO, ASBO, ASBO, ASBO, ASBO, ASBO. ASBO .

Solstice... Season of light and dark

Yule... (around DECEMBER 22nd)
also known as: Yuletide, Alban Arthan.

Yule is the time of greatest darkness and the longest night of the year. The Winter Solstice had been associated with the birth of a "Divine King" long before the rise of Christianity. Since the Sun is considered to represent the Male Divinity in many Pagan Traditions, this time is celebrated as the "return of the Sun God" where He is reborn of the Goddess

Season of light and dark. Season of hope and joy. Season of change, again. - by Christina Aubin (December '01)

Solstice is the time when the sun appears to stand still in His yearly migration across the heavens. Be it in the Northern Hemisphere or the Southern Hemisphere, the journey of the sun pauses, deliberately and when his journey resumes the tide of the year has once again begun to ebb and flow. Together we journey into separate halves of the year, very much two sides to the same coin, each coupled to the other, as Light is coupled to Dark, without Light there would be no Dark as without Dark there would be no Light -- much like we find without a path there would be no journey.

Solstice is as much about the light as it is about the dark. Irregardless of where we stand, Solstice marks the time of great change, as we in the Northern Hemisphere begin our yearly accent into the light half of the year, our counterparts in the Southern Hemisphere begin their decent into the dark half of the year.Be it accent or decent, the holiday is about hope, which remains the constant from wherever we journey the Wheel and our lives, independent yet connected with hope being the beacon for all. As we begin our journey into the promise of Summer, we know that there are winter storms and gales that lie ahead, but the promise of summer lends its warmth through the coldest of days and the stormiest of nights. It is that promise, that certainty, that even in the darkest of nights, there is the promise of dawn.

That in the frozen earth, there is the warmth of life. That even in the dimmest of times there is the glimmer of hope. It is that which we celebrate. The joy of hope eternal which wells from deep within the Earth Herself and Heavens above -- we are forever cradled in the endless promise of hope.The South begins Her decent into the dark, with the sweetness of summer still dancing about, we know the tide of the year has changed. Summer will fade into fall, and fall into winter. We know the dark times are coming and change abounds, the Earth will slow her rhythm and beat, and seeming stillness will set. Even in the assurance of the decent, is the promise of the accent, from light to dark to light again.

Assent and descent, light and dark, ebb and flow - are imperative in the journey of life, two sides to the same coin, like North and South, East and West, light and dark, summer and winter. Times, they change and then change again, in the promise of change, is the hope of change and in the hope of change is the joy of change.The Sun makes His deliberate pause in the year, urging us to pause as well in our lives, to mark the season of change... again.

Change is the constant, constant is the change, from light to dark and dark to light -- the hope is not stopping in the events from which we draw joy -- but hope is in the promise of change -- and in the ever changing change we discover the joy of life and ourselves.It is in this circular symmetry that surrounds all that is, we turn the Wheel once again -- North and South; Light and Dark; Summer and Winter, Male and Female. The seasons change and so do we.May the Blessings of the Solstice be yours, in times of light, times of dark, and all those changing times between.

For wherever you pause, may you always remember that you carry with you the seeds of hope, the seeds of joy, the seeds of change to plant in the changing light of the year.

Blessed Be to you and yours!

We judge of man's wisdom by his hope -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Blessed Solstice!

Christina Aubin12/22/2001Email: christina@witchvox.com

http://www.witchvox.com/holidays/yule/solstice_n.html