The Fool

By: Stormy Gael

Fool! Fool! Fool!
Where is thy strength now oh mighty warrior?
In the hands of another?
Oh trusting fool that thou art,
Have you no experience to teach you better?

Thou hast lived many years.
Where is thy wisdom?
Even the youths know better.
Keep your own counsel, old one,
And be safe; share it and die.

Stand alone against the world
And increase your strength a hundredfold.
Build you thine own armor and fight;
Forge thine own sword with the blood of life
And none can touch thee.

But you, you fool,
You have put your trust in another,
A veritable stranger in your own camp.
Who is the wiser? I ask,
The giver or the taker?

Methinks you tread a dangerous road.
Walk easy, old one; pay heed to your steps.
Perhpas there is hope, yet.
Survival may still be yours,
But at what price?

A price I willingly pay.
Enough said, young counselor.

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A Pagan Awakening

A new life is there,
You hear Her now,
She was always there,
and You're forever changed.

So listen to Diana, and accept Her love.
Hoard not Her gifts : feeling, renewal, music.

A new life is there,
You see Him now,
He was always there,
and you're forever changed.

So look to Apollo, and receive His light.
Hoard not His gifts : Healing, growth, joy.

A new life is there,
Your hands reach it now,
It was always there,
and You're forever changed.

So touch the earth, and partake of it's sustenance.
Hoard not it's gifts : body, green, Silence.

A new life is there,
You soar with it now,
It was always there,
and You're forever changed.

So breathe in the air and gather the wind.
Hoard not it's gifts : mind, dreams, empathy.

A new life is there,
You're warmed by it now,
It was always there,
and You're forever changed.

So build the flame and brave it's heat.
Hoard not it's gifts : spirit, will, energy.

A new life is there,
You flow with it now,
It was always there,
and You're forever changed.
So study the ocean and follow it's tides.
Hoard not it's gifts : self, courage, sorrow.

A new life is there,
You're one with them now,
They were always there,
and You're forever changed.

So take Their gifts and return them Threefold.
Share this magic : friendship, love, trust.

Jeff A. Bordeaux 4 Jan 89

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My Book Of Shadows Blessing

This is the blessing I have as the first page in my Book of Shadows – Lady Selene

Harken as the Witches word
Calls the Lady and the Lord
Moon above and earth below
Skies coal blue and suns hot glow
In this right and ready hour
Fill the pages with thy power
May no unprepared eyes see
The secrets which entrusted be
To I who walk the hidden road
To find the hearthstones calm abode
Guardians of the four directions
Hear me and lend they protection
May these truths of earth and skies
Shielded be from prying eyes
But to the Witches whose maps these be
May the way be plain to see
And through all the coming ages
May we find home in these pages
So mote it be!

Beautiful Goddess of many faces, bless this book that it may enhance all who choose to read its pages. Bless this book as my relationship with you may continue to grow with your love and your blessing. So mote it be!

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Prayer Drive

With every turn of the disk in the drive:
To him who helps the poet thrive
By swapping silver for the use
Of verse, sweet Blessings from the Muse.

But woe to him who plays the thief,
Deletes this Message--grant him grief!
For every time the disk spins Around,
His luck shall tumble to the ground.

Copyright (c) 1987 by Sourdough Jackson

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Yule

Awaken the darkness, welcome back the fires of light!

This is the season of Yule, also known as the Winter Solstice. It is the
shortest day of the year, and the first Solar celebration of the pagan new
year.

Yuletide, as it is called in the Teutontic tradition, begins on Mother
Night, December 20th and lasts through Yule Night, December 31st. This is where
the "12 Days of Christmas" originated.

Yule night is when the Goddess gives birth to the Sun Child. This marks the
promise of new beginnings. This birth-death-rebirth cycle is again complete,
and we realize that new life will come again. Fires are lit in celebration,
and to give the Sun strength for its journeys back to the skies.

Many of the Traditions that we have today are originally of pagan decent.
Santa's reindeer actually represented the Horned God in his paternal and
natal aspects. The "Christmas Tree" was a Representation of the "Tree of
Life", being decorated with nuts and fruits to appease the tree spirits and
bring fruit back to its bare branches. The Yule log is also symbolic of the
"Tree of Life", being burned at the fires of the Yule celebration. A portion
of the log is kept and used to light the following years' fire, and to bring
Protection to the home throughout the coming year.

Yule is also a time for new awareness, new projects and to make changes in
your life. Decorations of Evergreens, Holly and Mistletoe are used for
protection, fertility, luck and dream magic. Aquamarine stones can be placed
upon your altar for motivation and courage. Bayberry candles are burned in
the home to bring wealth and happiness. Colors for the Yule celebration are
Green and Red, representing life and the life blood that flows through all
of us.

"The lady never slept, but lay in a trance
All night within the fountain, as is sleep,
Its emerald crags glowed in her beauty's glance.
Through green splendor of the water deep
She saw the constellations reel and dance
like fireflies and withal did ever keep
The tenour of her contemplations calm
With open eye, closed feet, and folded palm."

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Jewel

Sparkling like a priceless gem,
Your eyes glisten, a living diadem.
Touched from the past brought forth Today,
And once again my Heart is brought to bay.

I remember when we rode the Field,
Banner flying, raised the shield,
And then the time we loved and lost
And the unforgiving sea claimed a deadly cost.

Once in a village, poor and downtrodden,
Once with new birth our life was broken,
Lover I remember you when,
Ages past we wandered a glen.

Many lives have come and gone,
But for a while, with you I would be alone.
An oasis in the desert of life,
An island of Joy in an ocean of Strife.

It seems so strange the day we met,
Our eyes crossed briefly and our gazes met.
Stars in our eyes we heard them say,
But then you had to turn away.
Departing you went with backwards gaze,
My eyes followed you gently and my heart was ablaze.
Visions of the Past and Future days,
And all I could see was the Sun's bright rays.

It seems so fateful that you walked in that day,
And to your smile my heart fell prey,
Eyes that dance filled with moonbeams of light,
While under your breast beats a heart filled with Life.

Into my arms I call you to me,
Eager our love to set free,
Into the air, like Hawks on the wing,
My love I give to you without any strings.

You say that you need time to be sure,
Lover, I tell you, that our love will endure.
This lifetime or next, only time will see,
But sooner or later, our love it will be.

Shining like diamonds caught in the sky,
A beacon for others, calling them to fly,
Showing no limits, teaching others to be free,
Visions of Love and Life we will be.

Shadow Hawk, 03-12-89

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The Secret Of The Gothick God Of Darkness

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There is a Secret God, a Hidden God, who dwells in a spiralling tower fortress and who has guided and overseen our Development from time immemorial--and who has remained concealed but very close to us awaiting the "future" time of reawakening. The time of the re-awakening is near. Already we have heard the distant claps of thunder which signal the coming storm.

The legacy of the Dark Gothick God is one which can guide those chosen by him to a state of development wherein they have attained a permanent (immortal) Consciousness which is free to act or not act in the material universe as it desires. This consciousness becomes privy to all manner of secrets of life and death and life in death. The price for this attainment is contained in the cost of attaining it-- for one who has been so chosen there can be no rest, no respite from the Quest which is, and remains, the Eternal Work.

Because the way in which knowledge of this Dark Gothick God is passed from generation to generation contradicts the favored methods of the so-called "major religions" of the world--the religions of the "book"--Judaism, Christianity and Islam--this knowledge and its methods have been forbidden and made increasingly tabu for all of the centuries since the cunning ideological conversion of Europe by Christianity.

Books can be burned, religious leaders can be killed--but the blood endures. (from Stephen E. Flowers)

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Bright Poet Queen

Brain Damaged

1.
Facing myself as I always do.
It is time for soul searching,
truth revealing.
Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Living with stigma.
I am brain damaged. I have been since birth.
Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Scorn, pity, Understanding
the know nothing knowing look.
As soon as I reveal the fact
people assume they know motives
for all I do or say (and still I believe them)
. Living with stigma.
Facing myself as I always do.
Living with stigma.
Brain damaged.

2.
I am a madman on the path
of spirtual development.
I can afford neither optimism
nor pessimism. I can afford neither
the either, or, the or.
The facts of subatomic particle physics
and cosmology reveal as much
as Joshu's "Mu."
But, I am a madman. And madmen
often know the difference
between right and wrong,
but don't care.

3.
What is the difference between one drug
and another? Thorazine, ritlin,
marijuana, peyote.
The psychotropic effects alter
conscious perception, unconscious reaction.
What is the difference between
ingested euphoria, or at least quietude,
and a series of biophysical
changes in hormone producing glands?
Schizophrenics produce their own
chemicals that alter
conscious perception, unconscious reaction.
It is much cheaper.
Don Juan, Doctor Feelgood, Joseph Campbell, Aldous Huxley.
from reality (the underlying principle
is there is nothing there)
to unordinary reality, to enforced return
to reality (still nothing there) to the total
divorce from reality.
All this has been likened to the soul's
journey to perfection, to enlightenment.
Madman, fool, holy man.
"Is the artist all that different from the mad?"
"Is religious experience all that different
from madness?"
Politics would have us believe so.
This is a world where faith has replaced
direct experience.
And we are taught that it is natural
to hate one's mother, love one's father,
and that to be mature is to break away
from the mother and father.
According to whose prceptions?
The only constant is the speed of light.
I can never be sure of where you are
when you are doing something.
You can never be sure of what I am doing
when I'm someplace.
Victimized and victimizer.
Observer and observed.
We study each other.
I am told that is natural
for a patient to feel hostile
to the analyst. Are you so
sure of your reality?
Which of us will eventually
appear the madder?
Observer and the observed
change roles so rapidly, so subtly,
so often. Who is projecting unto whom?
What is the difference between
one perceiver and another?

4.
Ambiguity. My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.
Ambiguity. The analytical at war
with intuition.
Ambiguity. The observer and the observed.
My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.
I digress into a diatribe
about how society treats the brain damaged.
Ambiguity. The clinical and the pastoral.
My greatest fear is to one day
look up and have people staring at me
because I did something weird.
My heart misgives me,
my conscious thoughts deny my heart.

5.
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.
I am a madman on the path
of spiritual development.
What do I see?
What do I believe I see?
The colors of the chakras,
penis and vulva.
How can I achieve Nirvana
when my brain dysfunctions periodically?
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.
I am dizzy from contemplating
the working of infinity.
Thesis, antithesis, synthesis.
Unbalance and balance.
My heart and my brain.
If heart is guided by brain,
then does not my heart also
dysfunction periodically?
If brain is guided by heart,
then am I truly brain damaged?
If neither rules the other,
then how am I to reconcile the conflict
and have them consult one another?
No part is greater than the whole.
But, for the whole to function
don't all the parts have to be working properly?
Alternate edition theory makes
relating to the real difficult.
Is this me, or another me I'm observing?
Have I switched places and Consciousness,
or formed an alliance and psychic bond?
The lotus blossom opens
and explodes into fantastic light.

By TiegrSanke

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The Tail Of Santa Paws

By Tracey

This is the tail of Santa Paws,
Who in later years got called Santa Claus,
For those in the know; and just plain fact,
Santa Paws, was a big fluffy cat.
This tale got started in the far past,
And some sages say, it was the Goddess Bast,
And into this role, she got worthily cast.

She was kind to catfolk most of the year,
But one day out of all, she was held very dear,
By kittens and pussies, and even old Toms.

Even in Egypt, so far away,
So, in the north the winter held sway,
Was born a kitten, in a stable, in the hay,
And to celebrate this Wondrous Ad-vent,
The Goddess With Some In-tent,
A disguise, she did In-vent,
That of a big fluffy cat, called Santa Paws.

So awakening in the dawning,
With kittens and cats still yawning,
And with the growing light,
Their eyes met a wondrous sight,
In a gift tied with red ribbon,
Was a bell, some milk, and some mice,
Which all the young kittens, thought was nice.

So if I may be as bold, this tail is now told,
Of what really happened, long ago in the past,
All thanks, to the Goddess BAST.

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Berashith An Essay In Ontology

Book: Berashith An Essay In Ontology by Aleister Crowley

Berashith An Essay In Ontology With Some remarks on Ceremonial Magic man, of a daring nature, thou subtle production! Thou wilt not comprehend it, as when Understanding some common thing.

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Legends Of The Gods

Book: Legends Of The Gods by Ea Wallis Budge

The welcome which has been accorded to the volumes of this Series, and the fact that some of them have passed into second and third editions, suggest that these little books have been found useful by beginners in Egyptology and others. Hitherto the object of them has been to supply information about the Religion, Magic, Language, and History of the Ancient Egyptians, and to provide editions of the original texts from which such information was derived. There are, however, many branches of Egyptology which need treatment in a similar manner in this Series, and it has been suggested in many quarters that the time has now arrived when the publication of a series of groups of texts illustrating Egyptian Literature in general might well be begun. Seeing that nothing is known about the authors of Egyptian works, not even their names, it is impossible to write a History of Egyptian Literature in the ordinary sense of the word. The only thing to be done is to print the actual works in the best and most complete form possible, with translations, and then to put them in the hands of the reader and leave them to his judgment.

The Egyptian texts, whether the originals be written in hieroglyphic or hieratic characters, are here printed in hieroglyphic type, and are arranged with English translations, page for page. They are printed as they are written in the Original Documents, i.e., the words are not divided. The beginner will find the practice of dividing the words for himself most useful in acquiring facility of reading and Understanding the language. The translations are as literal as can reasonably be expected, and, as a whole, I believe that they mean what the original writers intended to say. In the case of passages where the text is corrupt, and readings are mixed, or where very rare words occur, or where words are omitted, the renderings given claim to be nothing more than suggestions as to their meanings. It must be remembered that the exact meanings of many Egyptian words have still to be ascertained, and that the ancient Egyptian scribes were as much puzzled as we are by some of the texts which they copied, and that owing to carelessness, ignorance, or weariness, or all three, they made blunders which the modern student is unable to correct. In the Introduction will be found brief descriptions of the contents of the Egyptian texts, in which their general bearing and importance are indicated, and references given to authoritative editions of texts and translations.

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