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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Tales Told ~ Without Regret

As this is the last day of the year I want to tie up a few loose ends blogwise. Several tales I know that deserve to be heard.

The first concerns Mother Mary Ann Damnable Conklin, who led a fascinating life, to be the wife of a Whaleboat captain in those days must have been the most exciting thing anyone on earth could do. Cursing in 6 languages takes a certain dedication!

Mary Ann Conklin Damnable’s body, when her grave was moved was found to have turned to stone, this is for remembrance, Mother Damnable wanted to remember and turned her body to stone to assist her in remembering.

I can, it seems see the print of Mother Virago Damnable as there is bound to be a copy of The Art of Frenzy in the British Library.

The next tale concerns Mother Damnable at the Worlds End, when she died there is a story that a finely dressed, handsome gentleman enquired after her where abouts, entered her house and never left. I love this story as it means that her Lord came for Mother when it was time. A promise remembered and kept.

I think the two shillings I got in my change were sent from Mothers Damnable and Redcap predicting my date of birth, they were both wrong but not by far.

I seem to have acquired a tribal name either Wild Strawberry or Strawberry Basket, depending on your view, I love both.

HER Grace is all she has,

HER Grace is all she has,
And that, so vast displays,
One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to praise.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Written By Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

I Love To Fly In Cyber Space

I love to fly in cyber space, to gently ebb and flow
A thought will catch me unawares, to seek I must go
I’ll googley gladly search that thought
Ramp around a while,
And follow each thought through and through
Laterally, literally, up, down, converse and convex!
To share, to greet, to love and laugh, to bless and hex
E-mail then, as quick as that, you from truly me.
Or group mail, messages, this you need to see!
A little more of truth escapes, freeing up our space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers make some sense
It’s adding up to one, no three, no binary!
I’ll leave this port through google still
Thirty seconds ‘til crash and burn, I will
I will, click, double click, close. Yip! Yip!
That Wombat in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
For peace of mind, to Forest House I’ll gladly go
Code Red through cyber space, your beacon I can see!
So fly on down for Gingerbread and hot, strong green tea.
Our wicked jokes, we’ll share and tell, more friends arrive,
Old and new, the truth gently spreads, we breathe freely
To poetry we’ll gladly turn, recite the works of then.
Our favourite Lady ever of all The Lady Emily Dickinson.
We learn, and love and sigh again, knowledge from the past!
Yet more of truth escapes, and freedom gives us grace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers laugh with glee
It’s adding up! Tied by number three!
We laugh right back, and munch our snack
‘Twas ever so, you’ll never know, Code Red
And those Forest ladies delicious Gingerbread!
That Copper Witch in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
My Ladies of the Bluebell wood, gentleness doth grow
The blue of sea and long lost lakes, the blue of skies
Of ice and chill and cold, deepest sparkling blue
Thus cyber bonds are forged both strong and true
The Cyber Fey they throw a line, with aim both good
And true, they guide and help through unknown wood
Their wands sprinkle fairy dust sparkling with rainbow hue
We shoulder hold the line with honour code of blue.
Until at last the clear is found, the truth grows awhile in space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers get a thought
Time by comments, factor nought
That must be it it’s adding up! It always will
Quoth we, its lavender and bluebells still
By Granny Ann and Lavender Pavlova,
That Captain in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
Where fields of green and plains with wildflowers grow
The sun is up and will shine, lending you his strength
Blessing Mother Earth, the days begin to grow in length
The Ladies of the Hedgerow do blossom and grow,
Tiny sprouting leaves of green, emeralds do show.
The green of bronze with verdigris, green of grass
Giant trolls, they call us yet, and gladly tell which pass
We dance our way; dance with shade, light and truth,
At cards we play, Two of Queens, three Jacks and Ace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers crunch on yet
Time by comments I’ll place a bet!
Ah yes we cry and quizzed by three
You have us there, we laugh, but you see
Number three and all the rest still add to infinity
That Geezer in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
And here's a hand, my trusty friend And gie's a hand o' thine
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne


Friday, December 30, 2005

Freya Goddess of Love and Beauty

Freya Queen of the Valkyries

"Queen of the warrior-women,
Frejya of the Black Swordhand,
Mistress of Magic, enchantments deep,
You who beckon to fallen heroes,
Harken to this your child.
I would weave strong magic for protection,
Deep magic to bind and chasten.
I lift up my sword to repel all attackers.
Beware, foul troublemakers!
For Freyja whispers her spells in my ear.
Freyja, Queen of the Valkyries, stands at my side."

Friday is named for Freya.


Rainbow Prophecy

"When the earth is dying there shall arise a new tribe of all colours and all creeds. This tribe shall be called The Warriors of the Rainbow and it will put its faith in actions not words."
"There will come a time when the earth is sick and the animals and plants begin to die. Then the Indians will regain their spirit and gather people of all nations, colors and beliefs to join together in the fight to save the Earth: The Rainbow Warriors."
Last century an old wise woman of the Cree Indian nation, named "Eyes of Fire", had a vision of the future. She prophesied that one day, because of the white mans' or Yo-ne-gis' greed, there would come a time, when the earth being ravaged and polluted, the forests being destroyed, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, the fish being poisoned in the streams, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist.
There would come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health, making the earth green again. They would be mankind's key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow".
There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit. The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or "Elohi". They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirit". They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is "Sick".


Do you know what a rainbow is ??
Yes, a beautiful bow of colors in the sky.
Do you know what a warrior is ??
A warrior is a brave person.
One who has courage instead of being afraid.
Now let me ask you a question.
Do you love animals or hate animals?
Do you love trees or hate trees?
Do you love people or hate people?
Do you love the rainbow or hate the rainbow?
Well, if you love animals and trees,
People and rainbows,
then maybe you are a
"Warrior of the Rainbow"

Invocation Of the Rainbow Ray

From the Brotherhood of Light

The Rainbow Ray is a composite of all the known colors of the spectrum,as well as the colors of gold, silver, platinum, and copper. It is a force of light that is natural to your being. The planet as well as you, have for the most part, integrated the rays singularly, and are now ready to move to this integration. It is very powerful, and will touch you in ways that you have not experienced before.

Allow it to caress you, and stimulate you at the same time. You can always control the intensity, for your comfort. Its effect is one of unification, alignment, and enhancement of the crystalline energy within your personal energy grids, chakras and fields. It will assist you in grounding from the earth upward. And allow you to fully feel the energyof you, bringing Home here to earth, through your physical body.

It is nourishment for your very soul. For within the color spectrum lives an energetic composition that is magnetic as well as resonant with the properties of the individual rays. It is an awakening energy that all is ready for. It is time.

This invocation is best-done while sitting upright, with your spine as straight as possible. Do not be stiff, but be comfortable. Before beginning the invocation, bring your self into your center of light, the beautiful light tube that runs through you, touching all your personal body chakras, as well as those above your head and below your feet. You focus will be to allow the ray to move through you into the earth, returning through your light tube, and moving up once more into your highest energy centers. You are sharing this integration with the earth, and she will return her supportive energy to you, just as you are supporting her.

When you feel centered, and aligned with the highest part of yourself, your light, start the flow with a few deep breaths, and then when you are ready, imagine a most wondrous rainbow arching its way to you from above, from source itself. See, feel, or sense it's shimmering colors,and most of all, feel the love.
Then say aloud or to yourself,

I invoke the energy of the divine Rainbow Ray,
to fill my body with its awakening energies.
I invite its energy of decodement, as my cells remember all that I Am.
I allow the colors to merge with every part of me, aligning me with my highest purpose.

As you say these words, allow the energy to move through you, entering your crown, and moving to your heart, and then spreading to every part of you. See it gently extend from your fingers and toes, and radiate out from you in all directions. See it permeate the earth, flowing down as far as it wants to go. When Mother earth has shared with it, she will reverse the flow and you will see, feel or sense that it is returning to you. Allow it to move upwards through you, knowing that it is also cleansing and clearing as it retreats. You may feel a final surge of extra love as it moves through your heart chakra once more.

It will depart through your crown, and continue through your chakras above your head, returning to source.It is suggested that you stay with this flow for 10 to15 minutes. Your body will take in just the right amount of light and energies each time you sit with the Rainbow Ray, as will the earth. Any energy that is not needed by either you or the earth will be shared with all life around you, gently and easily, without intrusion or harm.

This Ray may be invoked regularly, on a weekly basis, if desired, and will greatly facilitate your personal alignment with the energies of ascension. As we have given a basic outline of this experience, allow your own soul knowing, to make this a special time. Play with this and make it your own.

As the Ray retreats, allow it to be a gentle easy process, as it will leave you feeling so very, very peaceful. Return slowly to the your awareness, and breathe deeply and fully. Stay seated for a few minutes before arising, and when you do you will feel a renewed sense of self. When you are completely back in the consciousness of your body, if you can, go outside and be on the earth for a few moments. It will put the finishing touches, so to speak on the entire experience, and Enjoy!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

~ Affiliated With The Wombles ~

Yip! Yip!

The Wombles have linked to me from their site.

Thanks Guys!

I'll look forward to working with you in the New Year :>)


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The London Breed

I love dis great polluted place
Where pop stars come to live their dreams
Here ravers come for drum and bass
And politicians plan their schemes,
The music of the world is here
Dis city can play any song
They came to here from everywhere
Tis they that made dis city strong.
A world of food displayed on streets
Where all the world can come and dine
On meals that end with bitter sweets
And cultures melt and intertwine,
Two hundred languages give voice
To fifteen thousand changing years
And all religions can rejoice
With exiled souls and pioneers.
I love dis overcrowded place
Where old buildings mark men and time
And new buildings all seem to race
Up to a cloudy dank skyline,
Too many cars mean dire air
Too many guns mean danger
Too many drugs means be aware
Of strange gifts from a stranger.
It's so cool when the heat is on
And when it's cool it's so wicked
We just keep melting into one
Just like the tribes before us did,
I love dis concrete jungle still
With all its sirens and its speed
The people here united will
Create a kind of London breed.
Benjamin Zephaniah

Monday, December 26, 2005

Skull and Bones

I first began looking into the “Bonesmen” of Yale university several years ago when it became apparent that both Al Gore and George W Bush were members of this secret society. At first glance this is yet another off shoot of the sad cretins known as “Freemasons” these odious little men form a society that was formed from the alleged occult secrets stolen by torture from my brave and bold sisters during the burning times.

What these fuckwits don’t seem to realise is that all they were told was jokes, and old jokes at that!

“We are naked in our rites” Well any neophyte to the true craft of the wise will understand this little jest as they wonder at corpulent, middle aged men, jangling their bits in a vain attempt to emulate a merry dance.

Most recently this disgraceful activity has been exposed in what I believe is a mundane attempt at the rites of Mithras.


The “Salute” or kiss of Satan is even funnier. The kiss to the arse of Satan, not to the left, not to the right but right in the hole. Imagine now whose arse the Bushes of several generations have kissed! ~ Crude enough I know but I never believed this merry jape, who in their right mind would consider kissing someone’s arse to be a gateway to anything?

The girls had to say something, they were victims of the pilkie claws, many other tortures were designed by celibate clerics to gain secrets from wise women of past times, to say nothing was an impossibility, these tortures were designed to maim, inflict horrific pain and yet to deny the blessed relief of death.

True the “Masonic brotherhood” do have privy to several lower class hexes, for this reason they are know in England as Slugs or Leeches in the United States as Gophers or Skunks (Yes they do stink and may be recognised by their smell!) However these minor hexes are easily overcome most often by laughing at them.

The “Skull and Bones” fraternity at Yale have refined the rites quite considerably, most notably by the fact that initiates are invited to join by their family genealogy resulting in the inbreeding most noticeable both physically and by his lack of intellectual ability in George W Bush.

The other initiation rites are equally sad and are well documented through the internet, they seem to rely heavily on the ancient belief that whoever is in possession of the skull and long bones of a person controls their spirit, resulting in the disgraceful theft and retention of the skull of Geronimo by Prescott Bush and several other “Bonesmen”.

Again this group of fools have shot themselves in the foot, bowing down to and kissing Geronimo’s skull has simply given this great warrior spirit power and dominion over the richest and most powerful families in the world. If My Lord Geronimo needed this ancient relic he would have it, a true spirit could never be trapped by the mundane.

That only 500 members of the Skull and Bones secret society are alive at any one time yet they are most often the President and members of the ruling elite in the United States can hardly be coincidence, and yet what have they contributed to human kind?
Lies, mass murder, deception. You see they consider us (everyone who is not a “Bonesman”) as Barbarians, not as people at all. This is clearly shown in their actions over past generations.

So after laughing at their silly mundane rites I looked deeper and guess what I found? You see by trying to enslave the human race, whose destiny have they really denied? Who have never been able to fly freely through the Ether? Who have been enslaved by lies, jokes and theft? Whose inbreeding has manifested ugly and intellectually stunted individuals?

Who’s to say what these people might have evolved into if their asinine ancestors had not forced them into the hideous mould created as “Skull and Bones” They might have been able to dream their own dreams at night, they might not be so thoroughly trapped by the mundane as they obviously are. They might have been able to create a world to be proud of.

You see, the riches they own, the “power” their families claim was stolen generations ago, all they have is what we didn’t want! They’ve always had what they still seek! Which is perhaps the best joke of all, they will never know what they have, they perhaps might glimpse what they could have been but they will never live their destiny as you and I do.

My plans for the rest of today are to dance for my Lord Geronimo.

“I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.”
Geronimo of the Apache People

Russia shoppers 'poisoned' by gas

Dozens of people have been taken to hospital after an unidentified gas was released in a trading centre in the Russian city of St Petersburg.

The Russian emergency situations ministry said the incident happened in at least one of the shops belonging to the Maksidom chain.

The victims were reportedly "poisoned" after breathing in the gas.
Details about the late morning incident in Russia's second-largest city are still coming in.