Marriage

Kahlil Gibran (I’ll probably post something of Gibran’s with each opinion. It just … fits.):

“THEN Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

Basically, I think that marriage (with signed legal documents and everything) is pure silliness. I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t celebrate your love for one another; don't get me wrong. If I was with someone, I would probably have a ‘wedding’ or celebration for each season that we were together. Autumn would have changing leaves and lots of autumn colours and pumpkin pies and such, Winter would have sleigh rides and white snowy outfits, etc.
But making it a bound contract to stay with someone makes no sense to me. Love is constant, but compatibility never could be. You may love someone your entire life, yet be unable to handle living with them or being together constantly. It is the same with relationships. You can easily love someone, be with someone, but you can’t own them. You can’t make them be with you and with no one else. That is just ridiculous.
If you want to know more about how I feel with relationships and such, read Being In Love by Osho. That is all.

Opinions From 17 Years of Living In This Body

These are my opinions as of 01/07/2010, my 18th birthday. I'll be posting my opinions on different topics of life throughout the year. Note that I don't mind your disagreement, though you will not convince me of anything otherwise. This means that any comments that try to get me to 'understand the truth' will be deleted. It would be a waste of your time to type it all out. These are my opinions; you are not required in my book to share them.
You may or may not wish to read this; you may or may not hate me after.
That is your decision. Choose wisely. Or not; that is also your decision.
I will go by topic just so I don’t type in circles. If you read this and want me to type out my opinions of you, I will. It could be painful for you, but maybe it would help you face things. Maybe it would show you how wrong I am.

A good topic to start with is PARENTING AND CHILDREN, as I am legally moving away from this….

Fucking a young woman and getting her pregnant with your hormones does not give you the right to demand respect from anyone. Your actions are not respectable nor are they respectful.
If you can be impatient at all at any time, you should not be a parent. It would end in much pain for everyone.
If you are a teacher or wish to be a teacher, you should not be a parent.
Teachers think they are teachers, yet they know not and only have a large ego. ‘Life Experience and Wisdom’ is bullshit, as people go through many lives. An infant could have more life experience than you have and you wouldn’t know it unless you look in their eyes and see they are much wiser than you could hope to be at this time.
Do not raise your child up in religion; it may not be the truth. Let them find the truth and their own path in their own time.

Kahlil Gibran, “AND a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows form which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”

For those who were raised as children, your parents are but children themselves. They were ‘raised and brought up right’ and they are stuck. They deserve pity and love. Be bitter if you must, but when you are done, look at them in a new light and see just how terrified they are in life, see how much they are children trying to handle responsibilities of life.
For those who are raising their children, look at your children in a new light, as well. See how much your actions and reactions are affecting them, either in a positive or negative way. A lot of parents who try their best ruin their children’s lives. And a lot of parents trying to ruin their children’s lives turn out wonderful people. Just be aware.

Samhain Part II

This Samhain has been just as interesting as last, in a different sort of way. Let me explain. I’m going to be turning 18 in a couple months, so this was a big Samhain to celebrate for me. I decided that I was going to celebrate it with a ritual, my first Samhain ritual. I know, I know … I’ve been studying and practicing (sorta) for about 11 years, but still. I usually just live my life as lovely as I can, but I decided that THIS year, I oughtta do a ritual. A real one.

So I made sure I was up before midnight. I set up with a blanket on the floor over a heater (comforts, ya know), a pentacle drawn with blue pencil underneath that. I had some good stories to read, a sort of lullaby chant to sing, my wand, Mama’s tarot cards, a full purse, a bookmark….
And last, but not least, I had my steaming cup of mint hot cocoa. I stood and began calling the directions … and had to pee. I had 3 minutes before midnight, but I made it! So I stood and began calling the directions. I faced West with my wand and said, “I call upon the North…. Wait.” Lol, as usual, I said the wrong thing. I usually do that sort of thing. After I finished calling the correct directions and everything else, I sat down on the heater so my butt would warm up. I read a bit from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, a few stories from books ‘Sun Lore’ and ‘Moon Lore’, I stated what I wanted to happen in the next year. I did a wonderful tarot reading, and then Stick came into my circle and climbed into my lap for a story (Mary Margaret’s Tree). He loved it and he kept trying to lick my chin and he couldn‘t keep his back leg or his tail still.
Then I opened the circle and took my time (hours) getting ready for the Samhain Stop-By.

The house was clean-er (the dash is to put emphasis on the ‘er‘), all was ready.

I kept checking my emails, facebook, twitter, myspace, in case anyone had any questions or anything. And it was amazing how depressed people were, especially compared to myself. Because I see Samhain as representing new beginnings, it seemed to me that the majority of the people who posted a new status were going to have a terrible year.

Now, most of the things that happened to these people were circumstantial, however there is always an abundance of ways to be un-bothered about it.
Here is an example. One of my sisters, Leyla (as you can see from her post below this one), was in parental house arrest. That is just bullshit. Because she felt anger, a human emotion. Because she no longer wants to be under someone else’s control. I know that she is mature enough to make decisions for herself, but she is forced to be under her parents’ control. So she felt anger and mentioned that she no longer wants to live in that house. Now she is grounded. Boy, is that a good way to make her want to live there! Clever people.
Although she was bothered about it, she still didn’t spend the day sulking and being muddy. She was active and found ways to deal with it and she had a pretty good Samhain, anyway.
Then there are those people who just start sinking in the quicksand of despair. But, continuing with the metaphor of quicksand, if they would only wait and be patient, the (let’s add another metaphor, shall we?) wheel of life will turn again. The sun will come out and dry the mud and you can just brush it off of yourself. Patience and it will all be alright.

Speaking of patience, this was a long post. Thank you for having the patience to wait for Part II and actually read it when it appeared. Part III in a very short while.

I love you.

Samhain Part I

Happy New Year and Merry Samhain, brothers and sisters!

WOW! This year’s Samhain was very fascinating. Indeed.

But first, I’m going to reminisce. I’ve had lots of wonderful Halloweens throughout my childhood.

In fact, when I was 6, I started wanting to be a real witch that Halloween. My brother, cousin Bri and I were all ‘witches’ in play. We each had a music recorder and they were our wands. But then Dad made us go home.
Anywho, I’ve been dressed up as many things in the past. Clowns, Witches, Vampires, even Power Rangers! Of course, as a child, I was happiest after Trick-or-Treating, when I was out of the cold, eating candy.
One year (I think I was 4 and Sam was 6), we were living with our Grandma and we grew our own pumpkins in her garden. It was really wonderful.

Now the story of last year. I dressed up early in the morning, but I ended up looking like a hooker.

So I changed into a vampire.

I went out Trick-or-Treating, because Mama and our friend, Jeff, wanted candy. It was real quiet and almost no one was out for some reason. I walked up a few streets and turned around to go on the other side. I came to this duplex, knocked on one of the doors … waited.

The door opens and there’s this lady who is swaying slightly. She gasps and puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! Are you serious?”
I kind of look at her like … uh … what?
“Are you REALLY Trick-or-Treating? Seriously? Are you sure?”
I’m nodding and thinking I might want to make a run for it.
“Here, I made some chocolate cupcakes for all the little Trick-or-Treaters! Oh wow, our first Trick-or-Treater, I can’t believe it. Look, honey!” She’s talking to a man in his PJ’s who is sitting on their couch, watching TV. He has a beer in his hand and he’s talking to someone on a cell phone. He says into the phone, “Yeah, we just got our first Trick-or-Treater. She’s all excited about it.”
Then the lady brings a tray of cupcakes to me. Gives me one. Insists I take another. “I just want to give her the whole lot of them! I just want to throw them at her!” She stares at me in awe for a few seconds. “I love you! I just want to give you all the cupcakes!”
Finally her husband gets her to shut the door and I leave.

I threw the cupcakes away; No telling what was in them.

Bad Party Luck or No Alcohol Equals No Guests?

So I was joking with Sammy and Mama tonight about how it is very likely that no one will come over for the Samhain Stop-By on Saturday. Because it seems like whenever any of us plans a party or get-together, no one can make it or they're all busy or they're not busy and they just don't come over.

When people actually get themselves to visit, they absolutely love it and talk about how lovely and peaceful and wonderful it is here with us. So why don't they come more often?

Well, we noticed that the only two times when everyone seemed to show up was when either someone brought alcohol or we had bought some beers or wine or something for the guests. You see, Sam hates the taste of alcohol, I don't much like it, either. Mama is allergic. A sip of beer makes her woozy. So we don't often have alcohol. Not only that, we don't see the point in drinking fermented stuff that is unhealthy for you.

Now ... if this is true, that people will only go to parties when there is alcohol, that is really very stupid. And I don't hate to say that. Drunk people act like idiots and what they find funny is only funny to those who are drunk (or stoned ... same thing there). People who are just nervous or socially uptight without something to focus on, without something to relax them, should know that if they are creative, they can relax and enjoy themselves without alcohol. Hell, at our house, if you're needing something to relax, we'll set you up with Unwind tea and you can even take a warm bubble bath for all we care.

Anyway, I could go on about how retarded (and I mean that by the definition of the word) only going to parties with alcohol is, but I would be repeating myself with different words. So what I'm going to say now is this:

At our house, the atmosphere is usually so peaceful that there is no way to be uptight after a few minutes. We have really good energy here. Not only that, but there is little-to-no friction between Sam, Mama and I. We are friends more than we're blood-family. As a result, there is no familial tension in our house. We accept you for who you are in the stage of life you're in, so there is no need to worry about what we'll think. But please, don't avoid our get-togethers like the plague just because we don't serve a drug. Be aware. On a blessed night such as Samhain, I'd think that you'd want to be aware enough to see any fairies or spirits that come a-callin' ... and remember them the next day, as well. I know I do. And I know that I want to be clear-headed on a very holy night like that one is.

Blessed Be

So I need to give a shoutout to my surrogate Uncle Azzerac, and his lovely partner, Carmin.
They own an online Premium Occult Supplies store, Lodestone & Lady's Mantle. They also hold Occult Science classes at a local bookstore and a weekly Sunday Witch 'n Bitch at a local cafe (during the cold season. Summer, there is hiking).

So I was reading their latest blogpost. And I decided to give a shoutout to John Unger, as well.
Anyone who reads this, please pass this on or buy one of his beautiful pieces of work to help him out in his case.

Hugs

Arguments!

Wow, you know, it is amazing how people can claim to follow a loving religion and just spend so much time arguing about how they're right and you're wrong. You may be thinking that I'm talking about Christians, but I'm also talking about the so-called Pagans. 


I have been listening to some really lovely Pagan music on YouTube, lately. In the comments for a good many of the videos, everyone was blessing each other and being very loving and such. But the more videos I watched, the more comments I found (sometimes 2000 comments for one video) that were just arguments.


This is really stupid, my brothers and sisters. What is this? Someone comes and makes an ignorant comment about how they feel that we're all devil-worshipers and sure you can point this person toward truth, but leave it at that! There is no NEED to keep commenting and commenting and trying to convince them. You're not going to change how they think and how they feel, okay? And then, when you are trying to convince that we are loving, you start being quite rude and insulting. Give us a good name. Nice.


So I went to this one video where this was happening and decided to do a little experiment. I was going to say something that I hoped would 1) take the wind out of the Christian's sails and 2) show my brothers and sisters that we should be peaceful.


I started with something that's been said before, as an introduction:


"You know what I think? I think this is really very silly! No matter what TheWiccanRaven or cfactsrfacts or Aamria or Gandalf4173 or AstralMelody or USBOwl says, it will make no difference. Do you pagans really think that arguing the point will change the way christians think? I hope you have the sense to see otherwise. And do you christians really think that arguing YOUR point will change the way PAGANS think? I certainly hope you have the sense to see otherwise, as well. Be peaceful, loves!"


This got a thumbs up.
The Christian that everyone was arguing with replied to this:


"I do not argue...I tell the truth!
Jesus is Lord the true and living God.
It is up to you to take of the blinders and see His as the truth He is before it is to late.
And yes I know that what I do on here and other sites makes a difference...I got the emails to prove how many lives Jesus changes!
Just shows that Jesus is much bigger then satan and his demons.
God Bless!"


This got two thumbs down.
And so I replied:


":) I agree that Jesus is much bigger than evil, hun. Love always survives in the end (hopefully, heh). May your God bless you and Jesus watch over you, lovely."


Two thumbs down.
Our Christian friend said nothing else to me, but it seems that our Pagan friends didn't like what I said. Why is this? I feel it is fascinating how we can be so damn loving to some people. But when one of us is in an argument and someone else comes and difuses the situation, it just makes ya so mad!


I don't believe in God. I think Jesus was just a typical enlightened being many years ago. I'm not a Christian. However, this is how he feels, so I hope that his belief in God will bless him. Let him believe what he wishes, same as we will believe what we wish.


Blessed Be to All