Monday, 25 October 2010

Thought for the day

We each apprehend the divine in the way our individual minds are best equipped to do so. If everyone knew this, understood this, and accepted this, things would be very different in the world.

Great Tastes That Taste Great Together

What do you get when you cross anthropology with parapsychology?

A very happy me, that's what:

The Journal of Anthropological Approaches to the Paranormal

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Just a bit of Poe.

"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone. "

Edgar Allan Poe

Thursday, 7 October 2010

At the harvest festival

Earlier tonight, we went to the annual harvest festival that's been held in my hometown since the year I was born. It's a seasonal tradition for me, one of the signs of fall's sure arrival; I even won their pumpkin decorating contest when I was about 10, and still have the cornucopia-shaped trophy I was awarded. It's a street fair, with the usual deep-fried Twinkie (and cheesecake, and Reese's Cups, and Snickers...) and funnel cake booths, crafts and baked goods peddled by smiling church ladies--quintessential small-town stuff. And you never know what you might find.

There was one booth filled with serious Halloweeny goodness, very well-made and aesthetically appealing fiber-art decorations. Among the items available were "potion bottles," each with an affixed label featuring the main ingredient (all of them taken from Shakespeare!) and a mystical symbol. Clearly someone had done a bit of Googling for appropriate symbols with which to decorate witches' potion bottles, because all of them were recognizable, actual occult symbols. And then I saw this


on one of the bottle labels. I complimented the nice lady on her work (it all really was very well done) and we were off. That made me LOL. Oh crafts lady, if only you knew!


We interrupt this Halloween

to correct a misapprehension. We have not been reculed from one (hell, any) of the traditions in which we trained, nor have any of our initiates. Third degree initiates off us are apparently unrecognized, at least locally, because a particular allegedly required element was left out (by which I mean that said element was not put in and then taken out and then put back in and then taken back out and this action repeated--clear enough?) of the ritual. To my knowledge, said persons are still accepted as having been elevated to Second degree--although why anyone would care about being accepted by such a bag of dicks is incomprehensible to me. Why not just be a witch and get on with it?

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Day Six


I think the witch looks a bit lonely, outside in the cool night with only her cat for company, gazing in upon the people gathered in the warm and well-lit room. (Though what does she expect? She's a witch, an outsider by her very nature. She can't help what she is, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings, after all.)