The Power of Three!

Original Author: Mike Horvath New version by j...

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I have been struggling with the notion of an alternate arithmetic for a while now, but once again, I am stumped.

Let me start simple and try to not confuse myself:

One and zero are just conventions, starting from the on/off principle.

There are other ways of looking at nature.

How about the power of three? As in colour(of light) theory: red, green and blue.

Take an even-sided triangle, with the angles being one of these three colours.

You can divide up each side of the triangle in as many parts as you like, but the middle of each side will come out as one of three secondary colors and form a new smaller triangle, and you can repeat this process ad infinitum.

I’m certain that, starting from this premiss, one could create a viable construct for doing calculus with, but I am too thick to see it! Can anybody help?


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What Is A Witch, According To Gran

Hillbillycrone and daughter Emmy Dancing Around The Fire (some years ago)

I was talking with Poppa last night about the word “witch.”  This is such a misunderstood word, even for one that is a witch. There are numberous meanings of this word, depending on where you look. Every time I run a search, I find a new “original” definition.

I find that for this crone, embracing the word “witch” is liberating, it soars out of my mouth on wings, I like that.  I have been misunderstood all of my life, it only seems appropriate that I am a witch, to further the misunderstandings, if for no other reason.

Some say the word means “wise one” I do not know, I was a witch at sixteen, but, I do not claim that I was all that wise at that time in my life, but, my life force was powerful and the Goddess was a friend of mine, so I got by.

I have read that witches are “consorts” of the devil, oh come on, Poppa is never even fussy, much less, evil, and, he is my sole consort. Real witches do not believe in a literal “devil.”  The little dude is a Christian creation having to do with the image of the horned God of Harvest above the (pre-Christian) Pagan Temple door ways. I won’t go into the history here. (as I have read it to be)

Some say that a witch is an old ugly woman. Give me a break, I am not what I used to be, but, who is? I am happy in my own skin.

Some say that a witch is an enchanting woman, (sigh) that is nicer, but, I assure you that there have been times that I have  presented myself to the world as a woman who is somewhat shy of “enchanting.”

To be sure, I know by now that witches are like everyone else, all unique, all have good and bad days, all have challenges and problems that they wish they could remedy with a twitch of their noses and a little eye of newt.

I have known one or two that dabble a tad in negative energy, but, like anyone else, they get back what they cast out, so, eventually, they learn to only “cast happily” or they grow sad and bitter very quickly.

For me, to be a witch is to be thoughtful, to use my energy, my art, my communication skills for purposes of healing and mercy. To move about the world in a way that blesses, not destroys. To speak with reverence and kindness… to humans, animals and creatures, for I have known the heartbreak of scorn, and I won’t participate in casting hurt. To me, a witch is an authentic individual (male or female) with a keen awareness of self, of nature, of intuition and of priority.

Blessed Be All Ye That Are Weary This Day.

Wiring Expert Needed!


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Why is it that my mouth runs off by itself, without my authorisation?

Why is it that my thoughts come so fast that my tongue can not keep up?

Is there something wrong with the cabling?

The distance between the two is not that far!

The shortest distance between point A and B is a straight line, is it not?

Well, not in the case of the wiring between my chatterbox and my mind!

Perhaps the connection has been scrambled or the translator has gone home!

In any case, I’m in a right pickle and this mess should be sorted out. A wiring expert is needed. I shall place an ad and pray that the right one comes along, for to fix this quagmire of inconsistencies a genius should be found.

An additional problem springs to mind: what if said genius were to show up, how would I get my blither-muscle to cooperate in explaining what I need? Another conundrum indeed!