There's a snake coming out of the darkness.
Parade from paradise.
End the need for Eden,
Chase the dreams of merchandise.
There is tic and toc in atomic.
Leaders make a deal.
The cosmic is largely comic,
A con they couldn't conceal.
There is no safe seat at the feast,
Take your best stab at the beast.
The night is turning thin,
The saint is turning to sin.
Raise the art to resistance,
Danger dare to be grand.
Pride reduced to humble pie,
Diamonds down to sand.
Take heart from earth and weather.
The brightness of new birth.
Take heart from the harvest,
Shave the harvest from the earth.
Reasoning is partly insane,
Image just an eyeless game.
Miracles will have their claimers,
More will bow to Rome.
He and she are in the house,
But there's only me at home.
Rose is a rose of splendor,
Posed to respond in the end.
Lonely things like nights,
I find, end finer with a friend.
I hear in the rate of her heart.
A tear in the heat of the art.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Incenses and Oils
First, understand that many grimoires give elaborate instructions in obtaining ingredients for incenses, oils and spells. Pay no attention to these things.
Things like “collect the Vervain at the third hour of the Full Moon when Saturn is in Pisces, and only collect from the hallowed ground of a churchyard” would not make the Vervain any stronger. This long and drawn out instruction is given to sort the dabbler from the serious Witch. The Witch Proper knows to pay attention to the first part of the instruction, and ignore the latter.
It matters not where you obtain your ingredients. Obtain them any way you can in the most convenient way you can.
If you do get them from the wild, or from your garden, leave enough so that the plant can recover unless it is the final harvest of the season. Always thank the spirits of the land for their gift. A little bit of something as a gift is always good, and can be bread, wine, or something of you such as a drop of blood.
If you do harvest the herbs yourself, make sure you dry them completely before using them. Hanging them in the window in the sun is the best way that I’ve found.
Always know your herbs. If they are poisonous, use rubber gloves! Be mindful of the amount of the darker herbs that you use and their effect. Too much can be dangerous and sometimes even fatal.
Oils can be made if you wish to go through the trouble, but are found with a little bit of legwork much easier. The same goes for oils as with herbs. Know your oils and their effects before you use them. Again, gloves are appropriate for the darker oils.
Keep your herbs in clean jars with lids that seal. You can also use Zip-Loc bags. Keep them in a cool, dry location. Most will stay well for a good period of time. Label them well.
Oils should be kept in jars that seal as well. Keep them in a cool dark place. Make sure you mark them well with a marker that is permanent! Usually the best way is to label the top of the lid as oil tends to get onto the side of the container with use and will destroy any label.
Oils will stay good for about one year after the container is opened. After that they may spoil and will not work well.
Things like “collect the Vervain at the third hour of the Full Moon when Saturn is in Pisces, and only collect from the hallowed ground of a churchyard” would not make the Vervain any stronger. This long and drawn out instruction is given to sort the dabbler from the serious Witch. The Witch Proper knows to pay attention to the first part of the instruction, and ignore the latter.
It matters not where you obtain your ingredients. Obtain them any way you can in the most convenient way you can.
If you do get them from the wild, or from your garden, leave enough so that the plant can recover unless it is the final harvest of the season. Always thank the spirits of the land for their gift. A little bit of something as a gift is always good, and can be bread, wine, or something of you such as a drop of blood.
If you do harvest the herbs yourself, make sure you dry them completely before using them. Hanging them in the window in the sun is the best way that I’ve found.
Always know your herbs. If they are poisonous, use rubber gloves! Be mindful of the amount of the darker herbs that you use and their effect. Too much can be dangerous and sometimes even fatal.
Oils can be made if you wish to go through the trouble, but are found with a little bit of legwork much easier. The same goes for oils as with herbs. Know your oils and their effects before you use them. Again, gloves are appropriate for the darker oils.
Keep your herbs in clean jars with lids that seal. You can also use Zip-Loc bags. Keep them in a cool, dry location. Most will stay well for a good period of time. Label them well.
Oils should be kept in jars that seal as well. Keep them in a cool dark place. Make sure you mark them well with a marker that is permanent! Usually the best way is to label the top of the lid as oil tends to get onto the side of the container with use and will destroy any label.
Oils will stay good for about one year after the container is opened. After that they may spoil and will not work well.
A Woman I Know
I want to tell you about a woman I know.
When she walks into a room you can feel the sexuality radiate from her.
She is pleasing to the eye with her soft doe eyes, full lips and long hair.
Her body is a wonderland, perfect as a playground for lustful adventures.
Her voice is soft as so is her skin.
When she looks in your direction you can feel the heat rise in the nether regions and if she dances for you, you are done. I have watched her for many years interact with men of all ages, shapes and sizes. Rich or poor, she doesn’t care.
I watch these men try so hard to conquer her. Through manipulation of all sorts, they try to impress her, try to appeal to her nurturing side by trying to make her feel bad for them so she might try to make them feel better. They try outwitting her or intellectualize, she keeps up and surpasses them. She doesn’t bow to their egos.
She is kind and gentle but she will not diminish her self for the sake of a man’s ego. When none of the manipulation works, she is called the bitch. She is the one who has done wrong. She takes it all in stride. She has more strength of character then most men would ever think possible. She also has children whom she is the best kind of mother I have ever seen.
She raises them to be independent, not Mamas boys or weak girls but strong within them selves.
So what is she?
Is she a whore because she is very sexual?
Is she a bitch because she strong in character and intelligent, or is she a mother because she is warm and nurturing?
All of these qualities wrapped up in one woman?
I will tell you who she is...
She is a Witch.
When she walks into a room you can feel the sexuality radiate from her.
She is pleasing to the eye with her soft doe eyes, full lips and long hair.
Her body is a wonderland, perfect as a playground for lustful adventures.
Her voice is soft as so is her skin.
When she looks in your direction you can feel the heat rise in the nether regions and if she dances for you, you are done. I have watched her for many years interact with men of all ages, shapes and sizes. Rich or poor, she doesn’t care.
I watch these men try so hard to conquer her. Through manipulation of all sorts, they try to impress her, try to appeal to her nurturing side by trying to make her feel bad for them so she might try to make them feel better. They try outwitting her or intellectualize, she keeps up and surpasses them. She doesn’t bow to their egos.
She is kind and gentle but she will not diminish her self for the sake of a man’s ego. When none of the manipulation works, she is called the bitch. She is the one who has done wrong. She takes it all in stride. She has more strength of character then most men would ever think possible. She also has children whom she is the best kind of mother I have ever seen.
She raises them to be independent, not Mamas boys or weak girls but strong within them selves.
So what is she?
Is she a whore because she is very sexual?
Is she a bitch because she strong in character and intelligent, or is she a mother because she is warm and nurturing?
All of these qualities wrapped up in one woman?
I will tell you who she is...
She is a Witch.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Good Enough
Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel.
Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you and I've completely lost myself,
and I don't mind.
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel.
I feel good enough,
its been such a long time coming,
but I feel good and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
To pour real life down on me,
cause I can't hold on to anything this good.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me cause I can't say no.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel.
Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you and I've completely lost myself,
and I don't mind.
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel.
I feel good enough,
its been such a long time coming,
but I feel good and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
To pour real life down on me,
cause I can't hold on to anything this good.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me cause I can't say no.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
So we'll go no more a roving
So, we’ll go no more a roving,
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving,
By the light of the moon.
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving,
By the light of the moon.
A Bi-Polar Existence
There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness.
When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones.
Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people.
Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere this changes. The fast ideas are too fast, and there are far too many, overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friend's faces are replaced by fear and concern.
Everything previously moving with the grain is now against....
you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and emerged totally in the blackest caves of the mind.
You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.
When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones.
Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people.
Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere this changes. The fast ideas are too fast, and there are far too many, overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friend's faces are replaced by fear and concern.
Everything previously moving with the grain is now against....
you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and emerged totally in the blackest caves of the mind.
You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.
Thoughts
I honestly believe that as a result of it I have felt more things, more deeply; had more experiences, more intensely; loved more, and have been more loved...
... laughed more often for having cried more often; appreciated more the springs, for all the winters...
Depressed, I have crawled on my hands and knees in order to get across a room and have done it for month after month.
But normal or manic I have run faster, thought faster, and loved deeper than most I know.
... laughed more often for having cried more often; appreciated more the springs, for all the winters...
Depressed, I have crawled on my hands and knees in order to get across a room and have done it for month after month.
But normal or manic I have run faster, thought faster, and loved deeper than most I know.
Thoughts... again...
Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet? - L. M. Montgomery (1874-1942)
What is this doing in my thoughts on bipolar?
Don't worry - I am NOT suggesting that the beloved Canadian writer Lucy Maud Montgomery was manic depressive, or that her delightful character Anne Shirley from the Anne of Green Gables books was even the softest of soft bipolars.
However, I DO LOVE the concept "there are no mistakes in tomorrow".
It belongs in thoughts on bipolar because bipolar people know better than most the true meaning of regret and have a strong need to believe in the miracle of a new beginning.
The psychiatrist who finally correctly diagnosed me used to say it to me all the time when we first met and I was very depressed: "there are no mistakes in tomorrow".
Eventually the power of this concept sunk in - these words really did change my life! They instiled courage and optimism in me again.
What is this doing in my thoughts on bipolar?
Don't worry - I am NOT suggesting that the beloved Canadian writer Lucy Maud Montgomery was manic depressive, or that her delightful character Anne Shirley from the Anne of Green Gables books was even the softest of soft bipolars.
However, I DO LOVE the concept "there are no mistakes in tomorrow".
It belongs in thoughts on bipolar because bipolar people know better than most the true meaning of regret and have a strong need to believe in the miracle of a new beginning.
The psychiatrist who finally correctly diagnosed me used to say it to me all the time when we first met and I was very depressed: "there are no mistakes in tomorrow".
Eventually the power of this concept sunk in - these words really did change my life! They instiled courage and optimism in me again.
Quote of the day...
Suicide is what the death certificate says when one dies of depression. - PETER D. KRAMER (1997)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Sadness
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Death Reveals
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Mind Awake...
See the thoughts churning in my mind?
Can’t you see that I’m in my dream land?
I cannot just walk away…
I always walk alone.
See the colors burning in my mind?
Can’t you see the fire in my hand?
I could just throw it your way…
Instead I carry the stone.
Feel the ideas blurring in my mind?
Too many to grab I’m swaying and…
Wish I could throw them away…
I can’t they just won’t go.
LA
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sacrifice
It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear, now that I'm unchained.
Fear is only in our minds,
taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing,
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me, don't deny.
One day I'm gonna forget your name.
And one sweet day,
You're gonna drown in my lost pain.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing,
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me don't you?
I'm your sacrifice.
I dream in darkness, I sleep to die.
Erase the silence, erase my life.
My burning ashes blacken the day.
A world of nothingness, blows me away.
Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
But it's so clear, now that I'm unchained.
Fear is only in our minds,
taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing,
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me, don't deny.
One day I'm gonna forget your name.
And one sweet day,
You're gonna drown in my lost pain.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing,
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me don't you?
I'm your sacrifice.
I dream in darkness, I sleep to die.
Erase the silence, erase my life.
My burning ashes blacken the day.
A world of nothingness, blows me away.
Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave,
Because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have all of me.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
But though you're still with me,
I'm all alone.
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave,
Because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have all of me.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
But though you're still with me,
I'm all alone.
Field of Innocence
I still remember the world from the eyes of a child.
Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all.
I still remember the sun,
Always warm on my back.
Somehow it seems colder now.
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger.
I want to go back to believing in everything.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
I want to go back to believing in everything.
I still remember.....
Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all.
I still remember the sun,
Always warm on my back.
Somehow it seems colder now.
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger.
I want to go back to believing in everything.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
I want to go back to believing in everything.
I still remember.....
Hello
Playground school bell rings again.
Rain clouds come to play again.
Has no one told you he´s not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to, hello.
If I smile and don´t believe,
Soon I know I´ll wake from this dream.
Don´t try to fix me, I´m not broken.
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide, don´t cry.
Suddenly I know I´m not sleeping.
Hello, I´m still here,
All that´s left of yesterday
Rain clouds come to play again.
Has no one told you he´s not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to, hello.
If I smile and don´t believe,
Soon I know I´ll wake from this dream.
Don´t try to fix me, I´m not broken.
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide, don´t cry.
Suddenly I know I´m not sleeping.
Hello, I´m still here,
All that´s left of yesterday
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