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Archive for January 14, 2012
Yup, I did it again;
went shopping while hungry
I even stood at the deli counter,
contemplating whether or not
I should buy a bit, a taste
of Lebanon bologna and liverwurst,
maybe a bit of strong swiss,
a slice or two of dark pumpernickel
a pickle from a barrel
But I didn’t buy those,
for only I would eat them
or so I would guess
A salad would suffice,
rich, bright tastes,
soon on my tongue,
after I finish these lines
Oh I went shopping hungry
and the bill was a bit larger;
but I got what I wanted,
not just what was on the list
A motto to live by!
From the immortal Dune, by Frank Herbert:
The Fear Litany:
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past
I will turn my inner eye to see it’s path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
I was watching a cartoon(yes, yes, I watch them! Don’t you?), where some robot was complaining about not being able to feel. Of course, my zany brain immediately reversed the situation: what if I didn’t? I could see some advantages to this, to tell you the truth.
I wouldn’t have to worry about having my heart broken ever again! As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t have to worry anymore, period. I would never be bored again, because the very concept of boredom would not compute. No more disillusions or unfulfilled dreams and desires. This is starting to sound better and better, the more I think about it! No more need for sleep, just flip the switch. Hold on a minute! I would want a timer and I myself would decide when I would be switched on or off, protected by an electrocution device, hahah!
This brings me to my next topic of a remote control for human beings. Imagine the fun you could have with one of them! This would be a great improvement for marital conflicts, would it not? If the hubby or the missus is bugging you, switch him or her off. Oh, and the possibilities of a mute-button on that remote, heavenly! Yes ladies,… I’ll say no more(nudge, nudge, wink, wink to the lads!)
Or at work, when your boss wants to give you a bollocking… Do you think that he would mind terribly, if you pressed his mute-button? Why not turn him off all together? The place would run much more smoothly without him anyway, hey!!??
Then there are the people who you only need once in a very great while. Didn’t old Bill know something about that particular phase of the project? Where is he? He’s in the cupboard, I’ll go and switch him on! And there are those individuals of whom you wish that you could throw away the remote, preferably in the waste disposal unit, for evermore. Oops, did I do that?
You wouldn’t have to learn anything ever again! You could just get the upgrade installed, easy peasy. After a while, you might want to get a little trolley go drag your extra memory along with you though, that would be a bit of a nuisance. What am I worrying about, everything is getting smaller and smaller, scrap the trolley!
If someone REALLY annoyed you, you could give them a present of a nice computer virus that gave them the software equivalent of Tourette’s syndrome, causing them to use the F-word in the most inappropriate of circumstances. At their wedding, say! Do you Alfred take Mildred to have and upgrade every so often? F-you!
You could install SPAM-filters to filter out obnoxious people’s incessant nattering! You could friend and unfriend someone at a click! What, you forgot my birthday!? *UNFRIEND!* Zap! Never mind, you can always “friend” them again later, once you’ve cooled down, but I bet they would have gotten the message though. One thing is certain, you would never have to ask anybody where your remote was! You’d make damned sure it was in your possession at all times.
The ladies would have no more need for headaches! If hubby wants whoopy and you don’t feel like it: “Here, download this and shut it! “
Ooh, what about pirating? You would have human clones and second-rate Chinese drafts of them! You know, the ones that you can pick up for a pittance, dodgy business this! Are you my real husband or a pirate? Why, it’s me Mildred, your Alfred and by the way F-you! Ah, it is you, Alfie! Come let me hold you tight to my CPU! Welcome to Ralphie’s Zany New World!
I am a witch and I believe in magic.
This is at the heart of my being. What does it mean? When Sheila invited me to write with her on here, I was excited but cautious. Many years ago I had defined myself as a solitary witch. Since then I have happily walked my own road, secure in my own magical world, performing my own personal rituals and making my own private obeisances. I have never explained my spirituality to anyone. Having publicly (if anonymously) declared myself a witch, I found myself wanting to explore what I actually meant by this. Was I really a witch? Do I really believe in magic?
I started (as is my way!) with the dictionary. I have a strong belief in the power of language. I looked up the word witch.
“Witch – a woman thought to have evil magic powers.”
I did not like this but decided to pursue it anyway. To me – a large part of being a witch is looking clearly at things and being honest with my Self. The word evil bothered me. I looked that up next.
“Evil – profoundly immoral and wicked”
I was still unsatisfied so I looked up moral (this looking up is going on for a while, but there is a point to it!)
“Moral – concerned with the principals of right and wrong behaviour –based on what is considered right or acceptable in a particular society”
This felt better – in our society it is considered acceptable to exploit other people, hurt animals, worship money and possessions, go to war. I do indeed decide for myself what is right and wrong and my decisions are often at variance with “what is considered right or acceptable in a particular society”
So far – so good. I went on to look up magic.
“Magic – the power of apparently influencing events by using mysterious or supernatural forces”
Just to be absolutely clear – here are two more dictionary definitions –
“Mysterious – difficult or impossible to understand.”
“Supernatural – attributed to some force beyond scientific understanding”
The word wicked, I already knew, has it’s roots in the word wicca. I was proud to be wicked.
These definitions all fit me perfectly. So as far as the dictionary goes, I am fully entitled to say that I am a witch and I believe in magic.
I would like to write some more about magic. Scientific understanding is a good thing but is, despite the prevailing wisdom, extremely sketchy, and over time has repeatedly been forced to admit itself wrong. The earth is not flat. The atom is not the smallest building block in the universe. Matter contains energy.
Life comes out of death – this is now a scientifically held view. We are all parts of a whole – again this is current scientific belief. One thing leads to another – all of our actions have repercussions. We are only beginning to recognise the truth of this and we still don’t understand the extent of it.
A scientist called Backster took some cells from the mouth of a world war two navy veteran. He put them in a room seven miles away and connected them to a polygraph, which measures the cells ability to conduct electricity. He connected the veteran to another polygraph and showed him video footage of battle in the pacific. Stress causes activity on the polygraph. On this occasion the polygraph, viewed on simultaneous video pick up, “jumped” at the same time on both polygraphs.
To my mind this experiment is an example of someones thoughts and emotions having a physical effect on matter that is miles away. Witches have always known that this is possible. This I call magic.
For me, being a witch is about taking part in transformation. Both of my self, and the universe. Witch is the same thing really. It is about awareness, cause and effect. I engage in rituals which I believe make a difference. These are not superficial, staged performances, but deeply thought out, strongly felt acts of integrity and magic.
I am a witch and I believe in magic.
Birds are flyin’ south for winter.
Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ north,
Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin’,
Cold head bobbin’ back ‘n’ forth.
He says, “It’s not that I like ice
Or freezin’ winds and snowy ground.
It’s just sometimes it’s kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.”