Tuesday, December 4, 2007
This is no pretext but rather an axiom. We all want- need- sex. Though it might be flummox to myself. But the need is rather a hex we fall under not a noxious or harmful as the right winged Christians might have us believe. We become transfixed in our want/need/yearnings like deer caught in on coming headlights. We line up at bars, social events, bath, the fruit loop, and even public restrooms—like a regiment phalanx. Yet we all bollix as unapt boy just learning how to play catch. Each time we chase—exhilarating—awkward hunting. Is he “Mr. Right”? Or Mr. Right-now”?
Not just to orgasm, we seek the milk of human contact. To touch a god… (Freyr…) To touch the god within us all... Like in the ritual of Freyr that I took part in at Between the Worlds, 2007 where the gift of intimate touch from kiss to cock sucking was a spiritual expression. We all stopped short of orgasm giving to Freyr the ecstasy of the near orgasmic experiences. I am currently seeing a friend, Jim. We have near orgasmic sex as part of getting to know each other and enjoy tantric practice. Saving the chi energy, “this is for Freyr” applied here as it did at BTW.
Yes, I am having sex with some regularity but I hunger for that expression I have with Jim, as it is more spiritual. But yes, I long for the warm velvet wet of his sweet anus or him in mine, by taking baby steps to get there make the hunger all the greater. It’s like making great stew the meat and vegetables need to simmer for a long time. And if it taste swell today it’ll be even better tomorrow. Is it love I feel with Jim? Yes, love for friend, co-radical faery, and a pal amour; and yes with the possibilities of more than just the quickie found in a park, alley or even my basement den. It’s more than the like-mindedness, social consciousness, more than the sharing of mere chi; I feel it’s touching one’s true god. So as we search looking for “Mr. Right”. List your desires on some paper, the basic sexual ones and the one for comradely, the feeling of family, the belonging, even which side of the bed he’ll sleep on then burn them on a new moon, a moon of promise on a red candle anointed with apple blossom or rose oils. Reading them as they burn in your finger tips. Now await a real magick. The magick of being the love you asked for. The magick of being the “Mr. Right” for “your Mr. Right”. So tonight if dreams come true I’ll win the power ball lottery jackpot tomorrow and finding “Mr. Right” will be another problem yet for me. May you have your hearts desire and may his desire be you. Bon chance! Good luck! Blessed it be!
Not just to orgasm, we seek the milk of human contact. To touch a god… (Freyr…) To touch the god within us all... Like in the ritual of Freyr that I took part in at Between the Worlds, 2007 where the gift of intimate touch from kiss to cock sucking was a spiritual expression. We all stopped short of orgasm giving to Freyr the ecstasy of the near orgasmic experiences. I am currently seeing a friend, Jim. We have near orgasmic sex as part of getting to know each other and enjoy tantric practice. Saving the chi energy, “this is for Freyr” applied here as it did at BTW.
Yes, I am having sex with some regularity but I hunger for that expression I have with Jim, as it is more spiritual. But yes, I long for the warm velvet wet of his sweet anus or him in mine, by taking baby steps to get there make the hunger all the greater. It’s like making great stew the meat and vegetables need to simmer for a long time. And if it taste swell today it’ll be even better tomorrow. Is it love I feel with Jim? Yes, love for friend, co-radical faery, and a pal amour; and yes with the possibilities of more than just the quickie found in a park, alley or even my basement den. It’s more than the like-mindedness, social consciousness, more than the sharing of mere chi; I feel it’s touching one’s true god. So as we search looking for “Mr. Right”. List your desires on some paper, the basic sexual ones and the one for comradely, the feeling of family, the belonging, even which side of the bed he’ll sleep on then burn them on a new moon, a moon of promise on a red candle anointed with apple blossom or rose oils. Reading them as they burn in your finger tips. Now await a real magick. The magick of being the love you asked for. The magick of being the “Mr. Right” for “your Mr. Right”. So tonight if dreams come true I’ll win the power ball lottery jackpot tomorrow and finding “Mr. Right” will be another problem yet for me. May you have your hearts desire and may his desire be you. Bon chance! Good luck! Blessed it be!
With that said let’s speak more of Jim. He’s older than I but the one of the most self-aware gay man I’ve had pleasure to meet. A Buddhist, vegetation, Radical Faery, hard working and hard playing sort of guy, Jim is no less than awesome. I’ve given him a few shiatsu massages that have led to heavy petting to say the least. We’ve yet to orgasm together. But it is my dream, my mission to give him all pleasures that his heart would desire. To say that I love him, yes, but not in love with him. It’s deeper than that, comrade. There are these possibilities always, so time will tell. I feel that he’s the kind of man I could loose myself in. Our encounters sexually are too personal and too profound to share. But I will share-- that the amount of chakra energy shared is too deep to articulate, not being nebulous, it holds me in stupefaction for my weak abilities to put into words. Making love with him is the cosmos that I literally feel the stars orbiting us. When we are together, alone or in the company of others, the gravity of this soul - attraction is like a black hole. Fortuitous, I am lost in its abyss. I’ve meditated for over 40 years (Hindu and Kaballistically) but never feel as grounded as when I am in his company. Could he be my Mr. Right? Could he just be the greatest experience of my life? No matter what he is or what he may become, he is the salvation to my hungry soul. When in his strong arms I am all but whole. My soul, now, needs him like the air I breathe.
Yes, I’ve been in love and I’ve been loved but seldom, if ever, has I had my soul soar as when I am held in is azure eyes. His punam is mature but still holds all of the beauty of lost years and time fades away. I am reborn in his sly smile and disarming embrace. Yes, with Jim I, not only, have seen god but also walked with him, Freyr. And with all satisfaction, indulgence I am his friend. I count each day of knowing this man as a blessing. He makes all that know him better men for that fact.
Is it you his mind?
Is it your beauty?
Is it your manly sense/scent?
Are you a man?
Are you a wise one?
Love me.
Mentor me.
Name me your own.
You are what dream of made of…
Illusive--
Just out of reach--
Ethereal--
Unreal--
Serial--
Incubus--
Hypnotic--
Lust--
Spiritual—
And more than the sum of reality
A man...
Could you be my man?
three short encounters
2:26 am the noise from Max’s TV awoke me. His incessant need to view all men’s watch and jewelry programs is wearing my nerves thin. So I got out of bed and walked the dog, Dudley. Saw a handsome youth to which I gave my card. Returning home I watch some Miami: SCI and started this entry. Had received a cell call from wisteria earlier that day regarding money troubles. Came down to the computer and received a call from the youth. After much erotic verbal foreplay he invited himself to come over for a twist. I kissed him, stripped him and hauled his happy ass into the shower. We scrubbed each other there, exploring one another’s bodies. First he was on his knees sucking my thick hard cock. I found his more than ample appendage to suffice my needs. It was my turn to such his cock. The ample foreskin sent waves of delight through me. I turned him around and started rimming his handsome Hispanic perineum and ass hole. After due time he was grinding his rectum against my hungry mouth. It tasted of man and soap. The ebony hair was full and lush there, a true joy to my desire. He whispered fuck me daddy. And I did. I lifted him into a chair spreading his legs I crawled between his legs as his anal opening with latex condom on and ample lube I slide in like Pete Rose for the wining run. Inside the warm, wet, velvet, love glove I was in a serial peaceful place, nirvana! Running chakra energy through our bodies as I fucked him for a tantric effect of divine spiritual love. Slowing pivoting in and out rocking about for the maximum prostrate massage I pulled him down onto of my kneeling stance with his back and shoulders still on the large over stuffed chair. Holding his hands so that he could not pleasure himself I fucked on. Shooting wad after another in his orgasmic release. And I shot my wad deep within his bowls I rocked back and forth for even more prostrate stimulation. He shot again! And again! It was 3: 15 am and the need to sleep was over powering me. So I took him up stairs to sleep as lovers do. The hot water on the stove was a boil by now and we were ready for a hardy cup before retiring. We had all dressed by now and were in the kitchen. The tea at the ready we ascended to the 3rd floor to my bedroom for a long nap. We slept ‘til 6:30 am then went at it again. Munching and crunching, kissing and hugging as well as biting gingerly we were at it. But that’s another story… Wednesday morning love making with Tony.
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
I went to the library to post some entries into my blog. There was a handsome Hispanic youth. “Buenos dias.” I said. He smiled large beneath his dark but slight mustache and greeted me in turn. I finished on computer and he was outside as I exited the place. “Que pasa?”
“Nada,” he replied.
So daring at the moment I took life by the reins & asked “Querrez tu hacer amour conmigo?”
“Si,” and smiled again with his white teeth gleaming beneath his mustache.
So I invited him to come home for a quickie. He followed my like a shy but eagerly friendly perro. I stretched out my hand and we were off.
“Como se llamo?”
“Cameron, y tu?”
“Raphael.” Soon we were at the house, I unlocked the door and lead him to the basement, the dungeon of my encounters. To take the chill off I turned on the space heater and light some incense. Within moment the heat and the sweet smell was in the air as the while kissing. The taste was a mixture of tobacco and spearmint gum. We hungrily continued kissing our cocks getting hard and playing a tortured sword play beneath out trousers. I opened the fly to his slacks and he my jeans. More than a handful of uncut prime Mexican cock in my hand I cooed, as did he. Our pants were down about our ankles. Soon we were on the floor doing 69. The tasty cheese of his cock sent my head spinning.
“Mi gusto tu huevos.” As I sucked on one then the other. Sucking like there would be no tomorrow he suddenly pulled away, saying “let’s slow down and may I fuck you?”
I said “in a few,” then ate his hairless ass.
I thought if this is the life then bring it on. He did likewise in turn. After a long time munching I felt his finger slide in my ass. I reached my jacket and handed him a condom and with out much a do he was pressing the head of his uncut cock at the muscles of my ass. Let’s do it doggy style I asked he complied and fucking we were. In and out harder, deeper, faster… his hands pulling my ass back to each oncoming thrust. Either his youth or excitement he came in my ass.
“My turn,” I said and put a condom on facing him pulling his legs over my shoulders. I was in him now! The sweet dark man cave was mine. His dick was hard again and the smell of his early spent cum and now present precum drove me crazy. I went slowly at first.
“Estoy caliente! Rapido!” he cried. He was hot and I went faster. I watch the head of my cock crown the lips of my boy Mexican pussy and in again. He was jacking off like no tomorrow. I pulled him back into the crab position and had my cock massaging his prostate like crazy. I shot my load then he shot his thick white goo. Kissing, I pulled out and we lay there spent laughing like young boy. My youth reclaimed me this morning. We dressed, gave him my card and I lead him to the kitchen for a cuppa tea. I made a pot of Earl Grey green tea and cooked some quasadillas with cheese and salsa verde. We munched and continued chatting in Spanish. I’ve gotta go now he said and hour later and I walked him to the door. Kissing him as the neighbors looked on. I call that the breakfast of champions, hey okay!
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
I went to the library to post some entries into my blog. There was a handsome Hispanic youth. “Buenos dias.” I said. He smiled large beneath his dark but slight mustache and greeted me in turn. I finished on computer and he was outside as I exited the place. “Que pasa?”
“Nada,” he replied.
So daring at the moment I took life by the reins & asked “Querrez tu hacer amour conmigo?”
“Si,” and smiled again with his white teeth gleaming beneath his mustache.
So I invited him to come home for a quickie. He followed my like a shy but eagerly friendly perro. I stretched out my hand and we were off.
“Como se llamo?”
“Cameron, y tu?”
“Raphael.” Soon we were at the house, I unlocked the door and lead him to the basement, the dungeon of my encounters. To take the chill off I turned on the space heater and light some incense. Within moment the heat and the sweet smell was in the air as the while kissing. The taste was a mixture of tobacco and spearmint gum. We hungrily continued kissing our cocks getting hard and playing a tortured sword play beneath out trousers. I opened the fly to his slacks and he my jeans. More than a handful of uncut prime Mexican cock in my hand I cooed, as did he. Our pants were down about our ankles. Soon we were on the floor doing 69. The tasty cheese of his cock sent my head spinning.
“Mi gusto tu huevos.” As I sucked on one then the other. Sucking like there would be no tomorrow he suddenly pulled away, saying “let’s slow down and may I fuck you?”
I said “in a few,” then ate his hairless ass.
I thought if this is the life then bring it on. He did likewise in turn. After a long time munching I felt his finger slide in my ass. I reached my jacket and handed him a condom and with out much a do he was pressing the head of his uncut cock at the muscles of my ass. Let’s do it doggy style I asked he complied and fucking we were. In and out harder, deeper, faster… his hands pulling my ass back to each oncoming thrust. Either his youth or excitement he came in my ass.
“My turn,” I said and put a condom on facing him pulling his legs over my shoulders. I was in him now! The sweet dark man cave was mine. His dick was hard again and the smell of his early spent cum and now present precum drove me crazy. I went slowly at first.
“Estoy caliente! Rapido!” he cried. He was hot and I went faster. I watch the head of my cock crown the lips of my boy Mexican pussy and in again. He was jacking off like no tomorrow. I pulled him back into the crab position and had my cock massaging his prostate like crazy. I shot my load then he shot his thick white goo. Kissing, I pulled out and we lay there spent laughing like young boy. My youth reclaimed me this morning. We dressed, gave him my card and I lead him to the kitchen for a cuppa tea. I made a pot of Earl Grey green tea and cooked some quasadillas with cheese and salsa verde. We munched and continued chatting in Spanish. I’ve gotta go now he said and hour later and I walked him to the door. Kissing him as the neighbors looked on. I call that the breakfast of champions, hey okay!
A Goth in my bed:
Cool & crisp as freshly laundered sheet upon my bed he lay there.
His pale desiden hued skin lie in stark contrast of the navy Egyptian linen.
His black hair, colour from a bottle, cascaded around the azure lace pillowcase.
A Goth on a Victorian bed with Anne Rice’s signature tattooed upon his arm.
His chest and abdomen not chiseled, still stated almost a feline perfection.
His left hand over his right aola circling like the out lines of a labyrinth to my soul.
His right hand held his ever-hardening manhood, proud but not gaudy it stretched upward.
His legs cross leaving his testes to like a butt pirate’s treasure yet to be explored.
He said what’s keeping you and smiled tenderly then deeply sighed smiling all the while.
I finished undressing turned the oscillating fan on full…
Then sat beside him on the bed leaning down to kiss him before joining him there.
As out lips met I gently licked his lower lip the pressed my tongue deep into his oral cavity.
Our tongues playfully intertwined in an impassioned kiss. I bit his lip gently then kissed both eyes…
Then went for his neck and shoulders in some ancient rite of taking him I gnawed and gave love bites.
He whimpered and grew chill bumps underneath my administrations.
Then let out an “ahhh!” sound from deep within his belly, another kiss before leaving that measure of flesh.
I then went at his tits like a suckling pig I rooted and chewed as his nipples grew harder and flesh pink.
Licking down his abdomen to his navel then his brown pubis I licked his cock.
It moved as if it had it a free will, a life of it’s own...
I took the head deep into my mouth to the back reaches of my throat for one brief moment “Ohh!”
Then attached his nuts. One then the other then took both in my mouth at the same time. “Yes!”
He would be mine again this summer’s morning… as robins sang and sparrows chirped. I’d have him.
I, then, licked down from his testes on the ribbon one get after their testes descend in the womb that “g” spot.
And oh what a perineum! A brunette line of deliciousness…
I kissed the rosy lips of his anus and tongued wantonly what would be mine to subdue.
He moved excitedly pressing against my working tongue and lips. The gristle of my nose bent against the pressure.
His joy and ecstasy would be mine to control. “Please,” he whispered in hollow tones.
“Fuck meeee!” And I did.
I press the head of my latex hooded member into him. He sighs gently the almost growls.
“Oh by the god’s this is sweet!” I exhale on entering him.
“Yes, daddy” he whispers gently while raising facing me then kisses me in a grateful act of grace.
I’m barred deeply in the silken recesses of the wet, warm cavern of his love shut.
I rock slowly… then ever increasingly start to piston.
My right hand on his cock – jerking… …it…
My left hand on his right tit then his left -- tweaking… …each…
After a fashion within my hand his cock grows in girth and length as it hardens ever so much more…
His scrotum tightens about his ample nuts.
As I stroke faster – precum oozes out the slit…
His head is rolling side to side…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster…
I plunge!
After a while I lift out my right then left legs until they are parallel with his body—
My feet near his head…
Maximum pressure now against his love spot—
My hands firmly pull his hips down upon me…
I’m buried in his ass…
My pierced cock pressing hard on his firm prostate.
He issues forth…
HOT,
WET
WHITE,
MOLTEN--JIZZ.
it glistens wetly upon his belly chest and left cheek.
It pools opalescent around his navel.
I shoot…
…deep within his bowels. I drop my head against the footboard…
Pulling him down further upon my cock as I shoot the last of my wad.
We lie in silent bliss as the fans blows cool air caressingly about us.
Our breathing steadies back to a somewhat normal pace and intensity.
We disassemble…
I move to lap up his spent liquid as if I was a cat after some spilt cream.
Then lie beside him tenderly…kissing deeply…Sharing our breakfast of champions.
5/25/07 10am
cameron ulisix booth
We are what we own:
If you do not like your destination then change your character.
If you do not like your character then change your habits.
If you do not like your habits then change your decisions.
If you do not like your decisions then change your emotions.
If you do not like your emotions then change your thinking.
If you do not like your thinking then change your WORDS!
Allow only yourself to frame your thinking.
Make every word you say
-- a serving affirmation of what you choose your life to be.
6/02/06
My Goth, now with bleached blond hair, came by for morning delight. The dog barked slightly as he entered but he brought a doggie treat and ended the barking abruptly with his favor. We then kissed, our tongues mingling within his mouth. His hand at the ready unzipped my trousers with urgent gesture. And, I his... With meat in hand we lead each out down to the basement den. His dark pubic hair nestled in my other hand. And soon his balls… I had the feather mattress on the floor in anticipation of our joining. Pulling off each other’s shirts we paused briefly to catch our breath and then dropped trou.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
Cool & crisp as freshly laundered sheet upon my bed he lay there.
His pale desiden hued skin lie in stark contrast of the navy Egyptian linen.
His black hair, colour from a bottle, cascaded around the azure lace pillowcase.
A Goth on a Victorian bed with Anne Rice’s signature tattooed upon his arm.
His chest and abdomen not chiseled, still stated almost a feline perfection.
His left hand over his right aola circling like the out lines of a labyrinth to my soul.
His right hand held his ever-hardening manhood, proud but not gaudy it stretched upward.
His legs cross leaving his testes to like a butt pirate’s treasure yet to be explored.
He said what’s keeping you and smiled tenderly then deeply sighed smiling all the while.
I finished undressing turned the oscillating fan on full…
Then sat beside him on the bed leaning down to kiss him before joining him there.
As out lips met I gently licked his lower lip the pressed my tongue deep into his oral cavity.
Our tongues playfully intertwined in an impassioned kiss. I bit his lip gently then kissed both eyes…
Then went for his neck and shoulders in some ancient rite of taking him I gnawed and gave love bites.
He whimpered and grew chill bumps underneath my administrations.
Then let out an “ahhh!” sound from deep within his belly, another kiss before leaving that measure of flesh.
I then went at his tits like a suckling pig I rooted and chewed as his nipples grew harder and flesh pink.
Licking down his abdomen to his navel then his brown pubis I licked his cock.
It moved as if it had it a free will, a life of it’s own...
I took the head deep into my mouth to the back reaches of my throat for one brief moment “Ohh!”
Then attached his nuts. One then the other then took both in my mouth at the same time. “Yes!”
He would be mine again this summer’s morning… as robins sang and sparrows chirped. I’d have him.
I, then, licked down from his testes on the ribbon one get after their testes descend in the womb that “g” spot.
And oh what a perineum! A brunette line of deliciousness…
I kissed the rosy lips of his anus and tongued wantonly what would be mine to subdue.
He moved excitedly pressing against my working tongue and lips. The gristle of my nose bent against the pressure.
His joy and ecstasy would be mine to control. “Please,” he whispered in hollow tones.
“Fuck meeee!” And I did.
I press the head of my latex hooded member into him. He sighs gently the almost growls.
“Oh by the god’s this is sweet!” I exhale on entering him.
“Yes, daddy” he whispers gently while raising facing me then kisses me in a grateful act of grace.
I’m barred deeply in the silken recesses of the wet, warm cavern of his love shut.
I rock slowly… then ever increasingly start to piston.
My right hand on his cock – jerking… …it…
My left hand on his right tit then his left -- tweaking… …each…
After a fashion within my hand his cock grows in girth and length as it hardens ever so much more…
His scrotum tightens about his ample nuts.
As I stroke faster – precum oozes out the slit…
His head is rolling side to side…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster…
I plunge!
After a while I lift out my right then left legs until they are parallel with his body—
My feet near his head…
Maximum pressure now against his love spot—
My hands firmly pull his hips down upon me…
I’m buried in his ass…
My pierced cock pressing hard on his firm prostate.
He issues forth…
HOT,
WET
WHITE,
MOLTEN--JIZZ.
it glistens wetly upon his belly chest and left cheek.
It pools opalescent around his navel.
I shoot…
…deep within his bowels. I drop my head against the footboard…
Pulling him down further upon my cock as I shoot the last of my wad.
We lie in silent bliss as the fans blows cool air caressingly about us.
Our breathing steadies back to a somewhat normal pace and intensity.
We disassemble…
I move to lap up his spent liquid as if I was a cat after some spilt cream.
Then lie beside him tenderly…kissing deeply…Sharing our breakfast of champions.
5/25/07 10am
cameron ulisix booth
We are what we own:
If you do not like your destination then change your character.
If you do not like your character then change your habits.
If you do not like your habits then change your decisions.
If you do not like your decisions then change your emotions.
If you do not like your emotions then change your thinking.
If you do not like your thinking then change your WORDS!
Allow only yourself to frame your thinking.
Make every word you say
-- a serving affirmation of what you choose your life to be.
6/02/06
My Goth, now with bleached blond hair, came by for morning delight. The dog barked slightly as he entered but he brought a doggie treat and ended the barking abruptly with his favor. We then kissed, our tongues mingling within his mouth. His hand at the ready unzipped my trousers with urgent gesture. And, I his... With meat in hand we lead each out down to the basement den. His dark pubic hair nestled in my other hand. And soon his balls… I had the feather mattress on the floor in anticipation of our joining. Pulling off each other’s shirts we paused briefly to catch our breath and then dropped trou.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Choose your god wisely—
Sunday the 4th of November, 2007 at the north Allegheny Unitarian Universalists church:
“What we worship we are becoming.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Pastor Dave said that Baptist do adult baptisms. After his Baptist water baptism at the age of 9 when his folk were out one afternoon with the TV off (which it seldom was) he went into the back yard and had an epitome ‘there was no god’. A true religious experience from which he heard the cosmos chuckle.
Some friend of his was told that god was this living being in the sky. For the longest time she wondered what a living “bean” looked like & what it was doing in the sky.
God, what more deeply moves and creates more life. In English “god’. Language, language, language…
Few believe that there’s a venerable looking white man with a beard and purple robe throwing lightning bolts when ever he gets mad. This is how we understand forces about us
‘God’ Nichii declared is dead. Long lives god.
The story of Shiva and the Gobes maidens who tended his flock were paid attention to by Shiva, caressing them, there feet, hands and breasts and even scratching them with his finger nails… All of them felt honored to the point of pride and boastfulness and as an argument broke out Shiva left as in vanished.
Your Ego,
Pride,
Your own private universe.
This is why in the UU church we share in community. We share from where we are. Showing our own gods, living out our calling to see the movement of ‘god” in our universe.
Unfortunately people namely worship this god of Ego, Pride… Who has died and thus religion looses its meaning by doing such things as prosecuting wars built on lies and roomer.
We acknowledge the dead ‘god’ and not the one we put in his place. The ‘stuff,’ ‘man’ and materialism become our new ‘god’. Our true ‘god’…
Here in the old USA, high on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—
To have, to waste and so on…
Are people here having purposeful and meaningful lives?
This ‘STUFF’, our national ‘god’…
The UU church opens up other possibilities. The purest expression of who we aspire to be, “GOD’ as a resource for a fuller and fulfilling life.
(All power-- all knowing-- all loving-- all present---)
We accept the all-loving part freely.
As that purpose and orientation in our lives-- We cannot get away from ‘GOD.’
There are no reflective Atheists.
Socrates victim a not so vainly examined, then by principles commune with ‘GOD” and see if it resonates the truth, your truth…
As long as you know my name “the power of the universe knows my name.”
Theology is the queen of sciences. Surely the greatest blasphemy is that of veils that something is not ‘god’.
Everything is moving, some say evolution—some say ‘god’.
Animate? To what force is ‘god. Against all reason ‘god’ is animating force of life.
Despite the hot gas and the empty spaces of the cosmos— there is ‘GOD’.
See it—
Feel it—
Live it—
In my hands… in your faces…
We commit to our ‘god’ that grows and lives, to your ‘god and what you name it.
The very end of the world looks like the struggle of the pre-modern, monotheistic gods.
Worship your almighty ‘god,’ the real one creating the world of blessings!
On a personal note this is the poetry of eternal rhyme, true illumination! Illumine me!
“What we worship we are becoming.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Pastor Dave said that Baptist do adult baptisms. After his Baptist water baptism at the age of 9 when his folk were out one afternoon with the TV off (which it seldom was) he went into the back yard and had an epitome ‘there was no god’. A true religious experience from which he heard the cosmos chuckle.
Some friend of his was told that god was this living being in the sky. For the longest time she wondered what a living “bean” looked like & what it was doing in the sky.
God, what more deeply moves and creates more life. In English “god’. Language, language, language…
Few believe that there’s a venerable looking white man with a beard and purple robe throwing lightning bolts when ever he gets mad. This is how we understand forces about us
‘God’ Nichii declared is dead. Long lives god.
The story of Shiva and the Gobes maidens who tended his flock were paid attention to by Shiva, caressing them, there feet, hands and breasts and even scratching them with his finger nails… All of them felt honored to the point of pride and boastfulness and as an argument broke out Shiva left as in vanished.
Your Ego,
Pride,
Your own private universe.
This is why in the UU church we share in community. We share from where we are. Showing our own gods, living out our calling to see the movement of ‘god” in our universe.
Unfortunately people namely worship this god of Ego, Pride… Who has died and thus religion looses its meaning by doing such things as prosecuting wars built on lies and roomer.
We acknowledge the dead ‘god’ and not the one we put in his place. The ‘stuff,’ ‘man’ and materialism become our new ‘god’. Our true ‘god’…
Here in the old USA, high on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—
To have, to waste and so on…
Are people here having purposeful and meaningful lives?
This ‘STUFF’, our national ‘god’…
The UU church opens up other possibilities. The purest expression of who we aspire to be, “GOD’ as a resource for a fuller and fulfilling life.
(All power-- all knowing-- all loving-- all present---)
We accept the all-loving part freely.
As that purpose and orientation in our lives-- We cannot get away from ‘GOD.’
There are no reflective Atheists.
Socrates victim a not so vainly examined, then by principles commune with ‘GOD” and see if it resonates the truth, your truth…
As long as you know my name “the power of the universe knows my name.”
Theology is the queen of sciences. Surely the greatest blasphemy is that of veils that something is not ‘god’.
Everything is moving, some say evolution—some say ‘god’.
Animate? To what force is ‘god. Against all reason ‘god’ is animating force of life.
Despite the hot gas and the empty spaces of the cosmos— there is ‘GOD’.
See it—
Feel it—
Live it—
In my hands… in your faces…
We commit to our ‘god’ that grows and lives, to your ‘god and what you name it.
The very end of the world looks like the struggle of the pre-modern, monotheistic gods.
Worship your almighty ‘god,’ the real one creating the world of blessings!
On a personal note this is the poetry of eternal rhyme, true illumination! Illumine me!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A trip to the Fruit Loop:
On Friday I went to Schenley Park. There I walked around like a predator after fresh meat as the night began to fall. I saw several willing suitors, but honed my attentions after a 26-year-old fellow with dark brown hair and eyes. He kept circling around coming back to where I was working the wooded bushes. He finally came up and sat next to me, absent-mindedly texting on his phone. A bearded graying guy who introduced himself as Sam came up and pissed nearby, showing his manhood in wanton pride. It scared of my brown haired and eyed quarry. Sam stayed a wee bit, then left, as he had wanted a 3-some. After his departure my subject of interest reappeared (this time less into the cell phone). I asked what he was into. He said a little bit of this and that. I offered rimming and fucking, and he eagerly got up, reached for my hand, and said then lets do it. We walked to the parks autumn canopy. He then reached for my cock and I his. I took out a handy towelette, tidied his ass, and took it in my face and munched away. Within moments he was arching his back and holding his man’s love canal open for deeper tonguing all the while moaning and purring like a kitten who got his first taste of milk. Then after much a do he whispered fuck me now. Without further thought I put on a condom and entered him. Slowly at first -- but he arched back and swallowed my cock like a water starved man in a desert. I was in him. What a wonder feeling like none that I can adequately describe it joy. I held his hands crossed his chest; he begged to touch himself, but I said wait and see where this goes. I thrusted in and out his ass hungrily cuming back for each assault with fervor. Soon I had him shooting his wad; then I offered to evacuate his ass but he finally spoke above a whisper and said please no. Soon I was filling the latex sleeve with my own jizz. I pulled out then and tidied him once more and again ate hungrily at his rosy ass hole. He was hard again; this time I let him jack off as I ate with abandon. I went to fuck him once more but was too late. He had shot again. We exchanged cell numbers, and as he left he texted me thanks for one of the best experience that he had ever had. And Alan was gone.
The next fellow that I had pleasure with was Arabic looking; he said his name was Armond. I said voulez vous couchez avec moi? Ma oui was his response. And I was at it again. Tidying and eating man ass and soon fucking the dark swarthy Lebanese guy. His dick was dark and comely, smaller than the first but still thick and ample for my needs. I fucked and stroked his cock as we came moments apart. I was about to pull out, but he asked me to stay inside him until I was flaccid. I did, but his spincter muscles got me hard again, then we were at it again. This time I came first then turned him around and gobbled up his balls as he shot the second time.
Then I met an older fellow, but was too spent and too glad that I had had those two men. Satisfied, I walked out of the fruit loop as I was meeting up with friends in Squirrel Hill.
My evening was all but complete except for the happy and leisurely walk to Chris’s. There,
I visited and went online to check out a few things such as a message from Little John in West Virginia. Excited at the offer to visit for a week and fuck John as often as he’d allow. I was hard and ready for more.
I put in a new ad in craigslist and checked adam4adam and had three bites and one in daddyhunt.com. My housemate, Max, and I left around midnight and stopped at the grocery store where I purchased some staples for breakfast and a late night supper. I cooked some Asian cabbages and yellow squash with mushrooms, onions and peppers with rice noodle pad thai. Afternoon the next day, I made Johnny cakes with real maple syrup. Chris came by to help move furniture around in Max’s room and brought him a new old computer
.
On Friday I went to Schenley Park. There I walked around like a predator after fresh meat as the night began to fall. I saw several willing suitors, but honed my attentions after a 26-year-old fellow with dark brown hair and eyes. He kept circling around coming back to where I was working the wooded bushes. He finally came up and sat next to me, absent-mindedly texting on his phone. A bearded graying guy who introduced himself as Sam came up and pissed nearby, showing his manhood in wanton pride. It scared of my brown haired and eyed quarry. Sam stayed a wee bit, then left, as he had wanted a 3-some. After his departure my subject of interest reappeared (this time less into the cell phone). I asked what he was into. He said a little bit of this and that. I offered rimming and fucking, and he eagerly got up, reached for my hand, and said then lets do it. We walked to the parks autumn canopy. He then reached for my cock and I his. I took out a handy towelette, tidied his ass, and took it in my face and munched away. Within moments he was arching his back and holding his man’s love canal open for deeper tonguing all the while moaning and purring like a kitten who got his first taste of milk. Then after much a do he whispered fuck me now. Without further thought I put on a condom and entered him. Slowly at first -- but he arched back and swallowed my cock like a water starved man in a desert. I was in him. What a wonder feeling like none that I can adequately describe it joy. I held his hands crossed his chest; he begged to touch himself, but I said wait and see where this goes. I thrusted in and out his ass hungrily cuming back for each assault with fervor. Soon I had him shooting his wad; then I offered to evacuate his ass but he finally spoke above a whisper and said please no. Soon I was filling the latex sleeve with my own jizz. I pulled out then and tidied him once more and again ate hungrily at his rosy ass hole. He was hard again; this time I let him jack off as I ate with abandon. I went to fuck him once more but was too late. He had shot again. We exchanged cell numbers, and as he left he texted me thanks for one of the best experience that he had ever had. And Alan was gone.
The next fellow that I had pleasure with was Arabic looking; he said his name was Armond. I said voulez vous couchez avec moi? Ma oui was his response. And I was at it again. Tidying and eating man ass and soon fucking the dark swarthy Lebanese guy. His dick was dark and comely, smaller than the first but still thick and ample for my needs. I fucked and stroked his cock as we came moments apart. I was about to pull out, but he asked me to stay inside him until I was flaccid. I did, but his spincter muscles got me hard again, then we were at it again. This time I came first then turned him around and gobbled up his balls as he shot the second time.
Then I met an older fellow, but was too spent and too glad that I had had those two men. Satisfied, I walked out of the fruit loop as I was meeting up with friends in Squirrel Hill.
My evening was all but complete except for the happy and leisurely walk to Chris’s. There,
I visited and went online to check out a few things such as a message from Little John in West Virginia. Excited at the offer to visit for a week and fuck John as often as he’d allow. I was hard and ready for more.
I put in a new ad in craigslist and checked adam4adam and had three bites and one in daddyhunt.com. My housemate, Max, and I left around midnight and stopped at the grocery store where I purchased some staples for breakfast and a late night supper. I cooked some Asian cabbages and yellow squash with mushrooms, onions and peppers with rice noodle pad thai. Afternoon the next day, I made Johnny cakes with real maple syrup. Chris came by to help move furniture around in Max’s room and brought him a new old computer
.
we are preditors, preditors of need:
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Another morning of delight with my Goth--
My Goth, now with bleached blond hair, came by for morning delight. The dog barked slightly as he entered but he brought a doggie treat and ended the barking abruptly with his favor. We then kissed, our tongues mingling within his mouth. His hand at the ready unzipped my trousers with urgent gesture. And, I his... With meat in hand we lead each out down to the basement den. His dark pubic hair nestled in my other hand. And soon his balls… I had the feather mattress on the floor in anticipation of our joining. Pulling off each other’s shirts we paused briefly to catch our breath and then dropped trou.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Kabalah Class I taught at BTW
For those who attended the class here are what whould have been my handouts and for those who want to know more about the Kabalah and pathworking the Tarot - print - ENJOY!
Click here to download the notes for the Kabalah Class
Click here to download the notes for the Kabalah Class
Kabbalah/Qabala:Tree of Life: a Pathworking through the sepheras with the tarot and dieties table:
Tree of Life: a Path working through the Sepheras with the Tarot:
Using the Higher Arcane with other references as well like Hebrew letters;
The tree of life is divided into 3 pillars, left to right:
Pillar of Severity, the Middle Pillar and Pillar of Mercy.
For example, between Kether and Chomah is the card the fool:
Cashing a dream and must decide to go ahead, no matter the cost or abandon the dream: divinatory meaning: thoughtlessness, folly, immaturity, irrationality, insecurity, delirium, enthusiasm, naiveté; the reverse: bad decisions, apathy, hesitation and negligence.
There corresponds scintillating intelligence… Spirit of the Aether… The letter alpha;
This path goes diagonally from the center top of the Tree of Life to the right side, male, mercy, yang, white, spirit activity, the right pillar that of Mercy.
Traveling to the right may have the aspects of the card is more the divinatory but traveling back to the center may bring up the reverse aspects. The Middle Pillar: not white like the right side nor black like the left but rather the mid point, a point of comfort, not hot nor cold but warm and comfortable.
You can learn each sephera. It’s correspondences, angels, planets, and so on…
You can learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
…Step beyond your present misfortune.
…You’ll find strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to overcome…
…”Adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity.”
Can give a full out line if interested in the subject or if needed.
Using the Higher Arcane with other references as well like Hebrew letters;
The tree of life is divided into 3 pillars, left to right:
Pillar of Severity, the Middle Pillar and Pillar of Mercy.
For example, between Kether and Chomah is the card the fool:
Cashing a dream and must decide to go ahead, no matter the cost or abandon the dream: divinatory meaning: thoughtlessness, folly, immaturity, irrationality, insecurity, delirium, enthusiasm, naiveté; the reverse: bad decisions, apathy, hesitation and negligence.
There corresponds scintillating intelligence… Spirit of the Aether… The letter alpha;
This path goes diagonally from the center top of the Tree of Life to the right side, male, mercy, yang, white, spirit activity, the right pillar that of Mercy.
Traveling to the right may have the aspects of the card is more the divinatory but traveling back to the center may bring up the reverse aspects. The Middle Pillar: not white like the right side nor black like the left but rather the mid point, a point of comfort, not hot nor cold but warm and comfortable.
You can learn each sephera. It’s correspondences, angels, planets, and so on…
You can learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
…Step beyond your present misfortune.
…You’ll find strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to overcome…
…”Adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity.”
Can give a full out line if interested in the subject or if needed.
Between the Worlds
Monday, 10th of September, I slept over at Dave Whaley’s for an early departure. Only to wake up to a thunderous rainstorm and as things go we got a later start Tuesday, September the 11th then hoped for but arrived mid afternoon all the same. I was so anxious that I hardly slept. Not an excited anxious but a gut churning one as though I am pagan the thought of going some place new and foreign strikes almost terror. Several time before leaving I almost canceled due to my nervous state but as we left 7 headed for Wisteria, a genuine peaceful and easiness seemed to sweep over me.
As I only cheque my email once a week either at library or at work. I had realized that my proposal for teaching Kabalah or shiatsu massage had been accepted but you can text me if you have my cell number.
So, Alrick had delivered my camping equipment to BTW. And as Dave and I had pulled up in his red Saturn along side him. We set up, as there was still talk of rain. One of the first people I met was Dave at the gate then Carvin at the near by tent to where we were setting up. I felt an inclusive feeling right away. Even interjected into the topic the song “Feeling Boobies” sung to the 60’s standard “Feeling Groovy” to him. His has as he says his mother’s Ethel Murman voice that had resounded in contagious intermittent laughter. I ate some peanut butter and jelly on my rice cakes for supper. If you have read my blog you know I have wheat and honey allergies and I was happy to find out that wisteria staff would try to work around my dietary needs and they did not less then a superb job.
I met others as I sat at the picnic table near the sacred fire awaiting the Opening Ritual encircled about the fire. The pageantry of the costume-roman togas in deep purple and red and tritons that the guard wore filled my Greco-Pantheon heart with splendor. Then there was the rainbow calling that was not only reaching the bi-gay theme but profoundly spiritual in nature. Then I stayed around the perimeter but did engage other in verbal intercourse at Cafeina’s Cosmic Cocktail Hour. I met so many wonderful guys I shan’t list them all. Then there was the No Talent - Talent Show with songs and stories of parrots and Stone Wall, a marriage-proposal with beautiful steel rings and lastly The Valley of the Dolls by Carvin in Neely O’Hara’s rise and fall to celebratory was acted out in hilarious camp and vigor. “My beautiful dolls. Just one… and one more”. I had been so tired form not sleeping too well the night before I retired to my tent early.
Wednesday, September the 12th
8-9:30 a.m. -- Fire of the Phoenix. After morning meeting we who were in the gift exchanges received an envelope and then were to put clues in to make a riddle or something to make the participants do a treasure hunt to identify each of us. I wrote:
As I only cheque my email once a week either at library or at work. I had realized that my proposal for teaching Kabalah or shiatsu massage had been accepted but you can text me if you have my cell number.
So, Alrick had delivered my camping equipment to BTW. And as Dave and I had pulled up in his red Saturn along side him. We set up, as there was still talk of rain. One of the first people I met was Dave at the gate then Carvin at the near by tent to where we were setting up. I felt an inclusive feeling right away. Even interjected into the topic the song “Feeling Boobies” sung to the 60’s standard “Feeling Groovy” to him. His has as he says his mother’s Ethel Murman voice that had resounded in contagious intermittent laughter. I ate some peanut butter and jelly on my rice cakes for supper. If you have read my blog you know I have wheat and honey allergies and I was happy to find out that wisteria staff would try to work around my dietary needs and they did not less then a superb job.
I met others as I sat at the picnic table near the sacred fire awaiting the Opening Ritual encircled about the fire. The pageantry of the costume-roman togas in deep purple and red and tritons that the guard wore filled my Greco-Pantheon heart with splendor. Then there was the rainbow calling that was not only reaching the bi-gay theme but profoundly spiritual in nature. Then I stayed around the perimeter but did engage other in verbal intercourse at Cafeina’s Cosmic Cocktail Hour. I met so many wonderful guys I shan’t list them all. Then there was the No Talent - Talent Show with songs and stories of parrots and Stone Wall, a marriage-proposal with beautiful steel rings and lastly The Valley of the Dolls by Carvin in Neely O’Hara’s rise and fall to celebratory was acted out in hilarious camp and vigor. “My beautiful dolls. Just one… and one more”. I had been so tired form not sleeping too well the night before I retired to my tent early.
Wednesday, September the 12th
8-9:30 a.m. -- Fire of the Phoenix. After morning meeting we who were in the gift exchanges received an envelope and then were to put clues in to make a riddle or something to make the participants do a treasure hunt to identify each of us. I wrote:
“Childhood in Japan
English teacher and joshi student.
Though of the Scottish clan”
English teacher and joshi student.
Though of the Scottish clan”
11 a.m. – Noon Lunch
Noon- 1:3o p.m. -- My class that I taught on the Kabalah - Pathworking the tree of life. (See the end of this blog entry to get the information, notes and charts about it, if you wish.) Then after free time to socialize.
1:30 –2 p.m. -- Free Time
2-3:30 p.m. -- The Mask of Ecstasy taught by Garan du. I thought might be beneficial due to the subject matter: Dionysos, in preparation of Komos:
1:30-2 p.m. -- Free time.
4-5:30 p.m. -- 20 Songs Every Witch Should Know by Stephen Posh
I showered at 5:30 p.m. then went to Paw Pa and Hoof Daddy (a.k.a.: Sparky T. Rabbit and Stephen Posh) songs and stories as the Stitch and Bitch group was assembling then crossed the glen to the latter event. I got to meet and know some special guys even better. Then at 9:30 p.m./ I went to The Child of Baphomet Ritual, different but accelerating. Do to community services duty in the morning I went to bed after having some gin and selcer at the drumming and dancing circle. Met John, a radio employee and fellow heathen with cool T shirts then met youthful looking, Paul Patton, MS—Environmental Studies, who agreed to be my sponsor for the Eldering Ritual.
Thursday, the 13th of September:
Woke up several times during the night but was up by 6:15 a.m. to police and tidy the fire areas only a few cigarette butts and a couple of cups turned in the stuff left scattered about without a home at first aide tent. Had some gluten free (GF) granola and some fruit for breakfast then collected some hot water from Cafeina’s for s cup o’ tea then chatted with Sparky, Steve and a few others.
8-9:30—A Rite of Passage for Elders Workshop by Chiron- around the sacred fire
9:30 am had a bite to eat of granola and fruit.
10-12:30 p.m. -- Morning Meeting and Lunch I unfortunately lost out on the Polyamory Meet and Greet, as I was engaged in a lively discussion with some articulate and reasoning men who love men.
12-2:30 p.m. -- Elements: Old and New Primal force or attributes: Air, Fire, Water and Earth; usually East, South, West and North, respectively. But what if your nearest water source/body is on the south like mine personally is that then water?
I, personally like to use Earth, Wood, Fire, Water and Metal; clay or salt—touch, Wood chips or plant resins—smell, Fire, a candle or oil lamp—hearing, spring or fresh river water—taste, and reflection, in a piece of silver—sight.
Then there “Cheldian Oracle and the Pathagerian need for 7 elements.
Then there’s macro & micro.
In some Native American ritual I’ve used corn for bounty or sustenance, tobacco for incense as one would use sage or for smoking for clouds.
2-3:30 p.m. Butt-shop Murals. Each of us painted cheeks and then printed them on paper like a rubber stamp. Chris was my canvas & I his. We, later, won 1st place with my green monkey and blue bananas. (Chris and I got festive orange and black with jack-o-lanterns - Samhain bags with Witch Barbie dolls, rainbow pins and a candle.) There was a dessert isle - jungle looking painting, as well as “Starry, Starry Night, the others look modern art like or primal with hand prints one making a stag’s face.
3:30-4:30 p.m. High Tea & Magickal Gift Exchange: there was tea in a tea pot and some which had made abdominal sounds perking while the butt paint-printing happened. Thank the gods it wasn’t anyone’s flatus expulsion, LOL! It went further than a meet and greet of the cocktail hour. Conversations went from light and fluff to heavy theorizing depending on the individuals enveloped… I spoke with many as I sat near the teapot and enjoyed my pipe with some green tea and some raspberry tea as I couldn’t eat the delicious looking cookie or home made carrot cake. I got Chris’s name & he gave me a owl that would hold stick incense and some incense or unknown fragrances. I thank that he’s Korean and quite a percussionist with his “ging,” a gong like instrument and drums.
4:30-6:00 p.m. Fantasy, Fiction and Realities of Community lead by Charlotte.
As a collective purchasing a community one needs to know each of it perspective buyers are. Start where it is.
FAIR doesn’t mean the same for all.
Not everyone is equal in love or spirituality or commitment.
House holds—
Each depends on each other.
If you don’t speak up to others you end up oppressing yourself, but be honest and kind.
Penalties and enforcing stuff but need consciousness
People are tired of aggression
Everyone must have something invested
Plateaus of consciousness—
Don’t say words – state feelings (label your feeling right first)
Revisit your bylaws – the backbone – shareholders—
A cooperation—
Eating the dream pie—
Land developing – people live places not over developing it
Wisteria is a legal entity
Todd and charlotte were the original founders
Human evolution – roles defined will work best…
Reclaiming some of the words “foundation president”
Personal integrity and honest trust--
Writing remembers—MUST KEEP MINUTES—
Not best to preserve egos
The BLAMMERS—do little productive work but spend their energies complaining!
Reality side of collectively owning something the more there are the more compromising is
needed to be done.
Facilitators make a draft then alter it…
FAIR is FAIR
You know your friends most of the time—
Everything should be front-loaded
Committee system—
Trouble with selecting people to join a collective is we all try to show our best side
A stick can be used to plant a seed or poke someone in the eye
To get to a place you have to walk to it—
System will feed itself
Charlotte then said how sad it was to see a dead buzzard being eaten by its own—
An excuse doesn’t replace work—it’s no substitute for living up to one’s responsibility
The more you do the more you know--
A car payment a month say $200, $300 was all that was asked of the initial people in the beginning of the start up
But cares devalue and property doesn’t!
Hybrid personal and private space—
Wisteria was bought in 10 years clean out
A place where people come to be in a better place…
Long term investment—
Learn and know, as knowledge is power
Volunteering – equals equality—
If one chooses to move on there’s a process of becoming an approved shareholder at a gated community—
Shares can transfer as a “COMMUNITY IS A BUS STATION”
Then see the books—transparencies then talk ands talk approved buy then can buy in
Access them selves, $100 commitment fee -- if it then fail pay they debt with that
You cannot fix someone who doesn’t want to be fixed--…
The squeaky wheel gets the oil—is so true here too
As in the story of the boy who had a dream that he had two dogs with in himself the one who wins is the one that is fed
Controlling boundaries
You place blame:
Books to read: Builders of the Dawn, Co-Housing, Condo-structure the Magic of Findhorn
Journals: Communities
Community directory
Work shops
In the works for wisteria is a cemetery as it’s a cradle to the grave life
5:30-7 p.m. supper and a shower.
7:30–9 p.m. Freyr’s Feast (Invited to join n devotion and offering to the Northern god Freyr, also called Ingvi, Fro and many other monikers…which included ritual touch with possibilities of sacred touch and possibilities of erotic touch.) -- The purpose of pleasureful embracing was to offer the joy and ecstasy to Freyr. We were instructed to conclude an act one just said, “This to Freyr.” Sparky then shared with us a song on Freyr. And walking from the arena area then to Hickory Grove we all sang in unison the words. There was a holy Eucharist of honey and milk and cakes. More the result that the men said, “this is to Freyr” at the same time. It was uncanny, poignant, reverent, artistic, aesthetically pleasing and relishingly delightful with unfinished pleasures as if stopping short was what was more urgently essential. While this was going on when not engaged other wise we chanted, Freyr, Freyr, oh, Freyr, Freyr.” And Stephen poured the milk and honey mixture over an ebony appearing Phallus. (The next evening over supper we chatted up about the ritual embraces, our feeling and comfort levels, hopefully this is not mere anecdotal interpretation. I would love to see this ritual annually.)
11:30 p.m. -- Drumming -- before the ritual after I dressed in ceremonial garb as I walked to ritual.
Midnight --Sorcerer’s Initiation for me it was primarily experiential but there was five different enacted parts that were divinely inspiring drag in pumps goddess in black, a warrior, a participant in jock and leather harness… What can a girl say but you should’ve been there, again!
Friday, September 14th
Noon to 1:30 p.m. -- Celtic Art for Beginners by Quill a participatory class, even if you are not artistically inclined it would have been a great class to attend.
2-3:30 p.m. No one showed up for my Shiatsu Massage class so I gave a massage to john who had said that he’d be the one I could demonstrate on. If I had know that I would’ve attended Alrick’s class – Charming the Plow. So I hung out with Paul waiting for Carvin to show up as we sketched Paul at the arena area. The first sketch was of Paul as a Satyr using the transverse flute that I had given him as a prop. Oops I forgot the horns! Then we did a prone position and then lastly a seated position.
3:30- 4 p.m. -- Free time
5:30-7 p.m. -- Dinner and a shower
7-8:30 p.m. -- Rite of Passage for Gay Elders led by Chiron AE. It was a serious ritual with humor and zest for life. We were smugged with sage as we entered the circle of at the drumming circle. We, we the Elders, stood beside our sponsors. There was a voicing of complaints that both the young and elders shouted playfully by doing so in claiming them, as we would come to honor and wear the words “Queer” or “Fag”. We stated our assets to future BTW and the young gay pagans/heathens we encounter in our lives. For me it was volunteering spirit utilizing my education and experiences as a hereditary witch, radical faery and Hermetic philosopher. Then went prostrate as we admitted our faults. Mine was the chaos caused my confusion due to post auto accident trauma, such as aphasia and dyslexia. The ceremony was a catalyst for knowing one another by exposing ourselves in a personal charge. It seemed to leave be even less vulnerable and ready for KOMOS.
10:30 p.m.-? -- KOMOS: -- True revelry and Chrach—(Irish for heavy partying). Paul, my sponsor, talked me into changing into a more daring costume. I had been dressed in black butterfly slacks, a black turtleneck and an woven Asian silk in black and some muted pastel colours. I removed my slacks and wore a white leather thong that I had made. And though it was quite cold I guess my experience as an ice skater, my legs stayed toasty-tepidity until I walked back to my tent to sleep. I drank some gin and tonic and several classes of wine punch. (It most likely had honey in it as I developed some small fever blister by morning). I danced and had some fun but in many ways my shyness was the better of me. I did eat some grapes from Bacchus/Dionysos costume.
11:30 p.m.--Drumming -- despite my need to sleep enable me to do clean up in the morning I was invigorated and hung out at the previous social gathering. I indulged myself into having a little more gin and tonic then called it a night.
Saturday, September 15, community centre clean up--
10-11 a.m. -- Morning meeting with introduction to the Gay Elders started by Paul
And the butt gifts were handed out.
Took the day off from classes and gave out s couple of massages and hung out with my new friends. I did security with Tad and Roger came by to keep us company both guys from the Eldering experience. We perused the enjoyment of 2 of my Freshmen Magazines and in warm-hearted tete-a-tete/blague or bantered about sexual and romantic desires and experiences anecdotal to each of us. Roger’s and my tastes were in closer synchronicity that Tad’s with ours en precis.
Drumming—sat around the fire sipping my gin and enjoying all the men available to interact with me.
Sunday, September 16, community centre clean up—
10-10:30 a.m. -- Morning meeting— ending with applause for the many wonderful people who made the experience of BTW the fulfilling event that it was
10:30-11 a.m. -- Closing ritual. Included calling the colours
Lunch-buffet and ended with us packing up, leaving Sweet “Brigadoon” and Alrick driving me home with colloquy and singing along with Dixie chicks. I grew to respect him even more as we traveled the roads homeward to Pennsylvania.
Noon- 1:3o p.m. -- My class that I taught on the Kabalah - Pathworking the tree of life. (See the end of this blog entry to get the information, notes and charts about it, if you wish.) Then after free time to socialize.
1:30 –2 p.m. -- Free Time
2-3:30 p.m. -- The Mask of Ecstasy taught by Garan du. I thought might be beneficial due to the subject matter: Dionysos, in preparation of Komos:
Dionysos is an archetype of the image of life
The first wine god, born of fire, air, water and earth as his mum was incinerated while viewing Zeus in all his splendor, then from Zeus’s knee, when Dionysos was driven to the sea and protected by water nymphs at the kingdom of Lycugos--
God of madness like the world behind the false walls that we try to hide behind that life is order and not chaotic--
In Michocean doi-wo and dio woo misojo the god both the boy and the Zeusly godhead--
He embodies ecstasy in otherworldliness--
Holy silence (monk-like) dates back to his worshipers--
“Most men are disguised by their sobriety.”
Or as Chiron says, “Never trust a man who sucks cock but doesn’t drink his wine…”—
Here laws are made and broken—
Creativity in a stupor-like such writers as Edgar Alan Poe, Alice’s author—
Then Garan du spoke of the Stonewall riots and how the insanity was the safest place to be and how it catalyzed the whole story with its gender rolls—
And about mosh pits, and celebratory like tom Jones with adoring fans throwing underwear at him, swooning over the Beetles or Jim Morrison—
Antheogentic – violent dancing in ecstasy is contagious and how it can be life changing—
The god who comes— clicking his fingers here—
Then read from burn Allen Ginsburgh’s “Howl”—
In Dionysos one should not remain comfortable with one’s self in an organized life as some of us view it but ratherThe Gay–
Bisexual–
Glamour rockers—
Womyn’s lib, etc—
Then spoke of author Therber Healey—Sweet son of Pan—
Of Adrian and Antinis—
Dionysos in the 25 y/o club kid
So many of us cling to childhood faith of Christian gods that fail us—Seeking some sign of absolution—
Or pour the baby out with the bath water forsaking all godly worship—
When in a club or just dancing in a social setting one feels the rhythms of life in the throbbing music it is the heartbeat of creation—That’s why so many Christian sects forbid dancing and wine—
Thyruss is a wand of Dionysos—A stem of fennel with a pinecone wrapped in ivy—
Sometimes- fennel with pine pitch for a torch—
Fennel is a bulb plant either low to the ground or can grow to be 8’ tall—
Used in processions—
Or the ancient symbol of a staff with a mask—
Priapus is one of Dionysos’ sons — meaning the little death
A Pendulum:
Inspiration madness Comfort destruction Life death—
Syranix (double allows) Rite of Spring—
His sacred symbols are the Thyruss, mask, cymbals, tambourines, figs, grapes, wine…
His sacred animals are the bull, goat, panther, leopards and the porpoise-
The Lord of Moist—
During Rome the cross pollination of worship cause so many of the stories to become lost—
DNA – Menion different of Greek—
Satyrs were his companions- in fact—Anpelos was his companion. Due to Dionysus’s god statue he won all competitions with his friend, bud and most likely fuck buddy:
One day Anpelos went out to prove himself and jumped on a bulls (orac) back only to be thrown off and empanelled and trampled beneath the beast hoofs-
Later the satyrs set out to find him, found him dead and brought him back to be buried—
Dionysos planted grapes there and the next day there was an abundance of unnatural huge fruit but each time juice was made it would ferment into the best of wines—
He then castrated the bull and made of him a beast of burden—
Figs: Homyemnos and Dionysos—Dionysos wanted to go to Hades and the Eleusian fields to bring back his mother but need a route
Homyemnos, a farmer knew of a trick in getting there and told Dionysos that if he’d give up sexual favors he’d tell him—
The impatient god swore that he’d do so after he returned and it was agreed upon return he found that Homyemnos was dead as time works differently in Hades that upon the earth—
So he took a fig tree and made a phallus and rode it until ecstasy in fulfillment of his promise—
1:30-2 p.m. -- Free time.
4-5:30 p.m. -- 20 Songs Every Witch Should Know by Stephen Posh
I showered at 5:30 p.m. then went to Paw Pa and Hoof Daddy (a.k.a.: Sparky T. Rabbit and Stephen Posh) songs and stories as the Stitch and Bitch group was assembling then crossed the glen to the latter event. I got to meet and know some special guys even better. Then at 9:30 p.m./ I went to The Child of Baphomet Ritual, different but accelerating. Do to community services duty in the morning I went to bed after having some gin and selcer at the drumming and dancing circle. Met John, a radio employee and fellow heathen with cool T shirts then met youthful looking, Paul Patton, MS—Environmental Studies, who agreed to be my sponsor for the Eldering Ritual.
Thursday, the 13th of September:
Woke up several times during the night but was up by 6:15 a.m. to police and tidy the fire areas only a few cigarette butts and a couple of cups turned in the stuff left scattered about without a home at first aide tent. Had some gluten free (GF) granola and some fruit for breakfast then collected some hot water from Cafeina’s for s cup o’ tea then chatted with Sparky, Steve and a few others.
8-9:30—A Rite of Passage for Elders Workshop by Chiron- around the sacred fire
9:30 am had a bite to eat of granola and fruit.
10-12:30 p.m. -- Morning Meeting and Lunch I unfortunately lost out on the Polyamory Meet and Greet, as I was engaged in a lively discussion with some articulate and reasoning men who love men.
12-2:30 p.m. -- Elements: Old and New Primal force or attributes: Air, Fire, Water and Earth; usually East, South, West and North, respectively. But what if your nearest water source/body is on the south like mine personally is that then water?
I, personally like to use Earth, Wood, Fire, Water and Metal; clay or salt—touch, Wood chips or plant resins—smell, Fire, a candle or oil lamp—hearing, spring or fresh river water—taste, and reflection, in a piece of silver—sight.
Then there “Cheldian Oracle and the Pathagerian need for 7 elements.
Then there’s macro & micro.
In some Native American ritual I’ve used corn for bounty or sustenance, tobacco for incense as one would use sage or for smoking for clouds.
2-3:30 p.m. Butt-shop Murals. Each of us painted cheeks and then printed them on paper like a rubber stamp. Chris was my canvas & I his. We, later, won 1st place with my green monkey and blue bananas. (Chris and I got festive orange and black with jack-o-lanterns - Samhain bags with Witch Barbie dolls, rainbow pins and a candle.) There was a dessert isle - jungle looking painting, as well as “Starry, Starry Night, the others look modern art like or primal with hand prints one making a stag’s face.
3:30-4:30 p.m. High Tea & Magickal Gift Exchange: there was tea in a tea pot and some which had made abdominal sounds perking while the butt paint-printing happened. Thank the gods it wasn’t anyone’s flatus expulsion, LOL! It went further than a meet and greet of the cocktail hour. Conversations went from light and fluff to heavy theorizing depending on the individuals enveloped… I spoke with many as I sat near the teapot and enjoyed my pipe with some green tea and some raspberry tea as I couldn’t eat the delicious looking cookie or home made carrot cake. I got Chris’s name & he gave me a owl that would hold stick incense and some incense or unknown fragrances. I thank that he’s Korean and quite a percussionist with his “ging,” a gong like instrument and drums.
4:30-6:00 p.m. Fantasy, Fiction and Realities of Community lead by Charlotte.
As a collective purchasing a community one needs to know each of it perspective buyers are. Start where it is.
FAIR doesn’t mean the same for all.
Start with reality of people—
Not everyone is equal in love or spirituality or commitment.
House holds—
Nuclear family-- A male polyamorous couple-- You and your cat or dog-- A lesbian couple--
Each depends on each other.
If you don’t speak up to others you end up oppressing yourself, but be honest and kind.
Penalties and enforcing stuff but need consciousness
People are tired of aggression
Everyone must have something invested
Plateaus of consciousness—
Don’t say words – state feelings (label your feeling right first)
| Power | Money | Sex |
Revisit your bylaws – the backbone – shareholders—
Use share holding structure can go into community living
A cooperation—
Eating the dream pie—
Land developing – people live places not over developing it
Wisteria is a legal entity
Owner’s it is that
Stewards of the land
Subscription agreementsConsequences
Todd and charlotte were the original founders
Human evolution – roles defined will work best…
e.g. secretary, treasure, president and vice president
Reclaiming some of the words “foundation president”
You can rotate jobs annually
Personal integrity and honest trust--
Writing remembers—MUST KEEP MINUTES—
Not best to preserve egos
To save time read minutes then rethink them—
The BLAMMERS—do little productive work but spend their energies complaining!
Reality side of collectively owning something the more there are the more compromising is
needed to be done.
Facilitators make a draft then alter it…
FAIR is FAIR
Modify consensus to 65% or 75 % not 100%
Better to more toward then start
You know your friends most of the time—
Everything should be front-loaded
I.e. -- cook for a lot of people
Make it satisfying but not bland
Committee system—
Agree to a vision and hold up your end
Trouble with selecting people to join a collective is we all try to show our best side
Baggage and blessing
A stick can be used to plant a seed or poke someone in the eye
To get to a place you have to walk to it—
System will feed itself
Charlotte then said how sad it was to see a dead buzzard being eaten by its own—
The dead feeding on the dead…
An excuse doesn’t replace work—it’s no substitute for living up to one’s responsibility
The more you do the more you know--
The more you can insert your knowledge—
A car payment a month say $200, $300 was all that was asked of the initial people in the beginning of the start up
But cares devalue and property doesn’t!
Hybrid personal and private space—
Right to build on the land—
Factor in the phone, computer, etc.
Part time business and home
The better guest, the better manifesting—
Wisteria was bought in 10 years clean out
A place where people come to be in a better place…
Or chop wood -- carry water
The fact of property being owned—
Long term investment—
Learn and know, as knowledge is power
Volunteering – equals equality—
Reduced building cost shareholder’s dividends
If one chooses to move on there’s a process of becoming an approved shareholder at a gated community—
Shares can transfer as a “COMMUNITY IS A BUS STATION”
In leaving one must be approved as a PROSPECTIVE BUYER –
Then see the books—transparencies then talk ands talk approved buy then can buy in
Access them selves, $100 commitment fee -- if it then fail pay they debt with that
You cannot fix someone who doesn’t want to be fixed--…
The squeaky wheel gets the oil—is so true here too
As in the story of the boy who had a dream that he had two dogs with in himself the one who wins is the one that is fed
Controlling boundaries
You place blame:
You made me mad, NO it made you react poorly!
Books to read: Builders of the Dawn, Co-Housing, Condo-structure the Magic of Findhorn
Journals: Communities
Community directory
Work shops
In the works for wisteria is a cemetery as it’s a cradle to the grave life
5:30-7 p.m. supper and a shower.
7:30–9 p.m. Freyr’s Feast (Invited to join n devotion and offering to the Northern god Freyr, also called Ingvi, Fro and many other monikers…which included ritual touch with possibilities of sacred touch and possibilities of erotic touch.) -- The purpose of pleasureful embracing was to offer the joy and ecstasy to Freyr. We were instructed to conclude an act one just said, “This to Freyr.” Sparky then shared with us a song on Freyr. And walking from the arena area then to Hickory Grove we all sang in unison the words. There was a holy Eucharist of honey and milk and cakes. More the result that the men said, “this is to Freyr” at the same time. It was uncanny, poignant, reverent, artistic, aesthetically pleasing and relishingly delightful with unfinished pleasures as if stopping short was what was more urgently essential. While this was going on when not engaged other wise we chanted, Freyr, Freyr, oh, Freyr, Freyr.” And Stephen poured the milk and honey mixture over an ebony appearing Phallus. (The next evening over supper we chatted up about the ritual embraces, our feeling and comfort levels, hopefully this is not mere anecdotal interpretation. I would love to see this ritual annually.)
11:30 p.m. -- Drumming -- before the ritual after I dressed in ceremonial garb as I walked to ritual.
Midnight --Sorcerer’s Initiation for me it was primarily experiential but there was five different enacted parts that were divinely inspiring drag in pumps goddess in black, a warrior, a participant in jock and leather harness… What can a girl say but you should’ve been there, again!
Friday, September 14th
Noon to 1:30 p.m. -- Celtic Art for Beginners by Quill a participatory class, even if you are not artistically inclined it would have been a great class to attend.
2-3:30 p.m. No one showed up for my Shiatsu Massage class so I gave a massage to john who had said that he’d be the one I could demonstrate on. If I had know that I would’ve attended Alrick’s class – Charming the Plow. So I hung out with Paul waiting for Carvin to show up as we sketched Paul at the arena area. The first sketch was of Paul as a Satyr using the transverse flute that I had given him as a prop. Oops I forgot the horns! Then we did a prone position and then lastly a seated position.
3:30- 4 p.m. -- Free time
5:30-7 p.m. -- Dinner and a shower
7-8:30 p.m. -- Rite of Passage for Gay Elders led by Chiron AE. It was a serious ritual with humor and zest for life. We were smugged with sage as we entered the circle of at the drumming circle. We, we the Elders, stood beside our sponsors. There was a voicing of complaints that both the young and elders shouted playfully by doing so in claiming them, as we would come to honor and wear the words “Queer” or “Fag”. We stated our assets to future BTW and the young gay pagans/heathens we encounter in our lives. For me it was volunteering spirit utilizing my education and experiences as a hereditary witch, radical faery and Hermetic philosopher. Then went prostrate as we admitted our faults. Mine was the chaos caused my confusion due to post auto accident trauma, such as aphasia and dyslexia. The ceremony was a catalyst for knowing one another by exposing ourselves in a personal charge. It seemed to leave be even less vulnerable and ready for KOMOS.
10:30 p.m.-? -- KOMOS: -- True revelry and Chrach—(Irish for heavy partying). Paul, my sponsor, talked me into changing into a more daring costume. I had been dressed in black butterfly slacks, a black turtleneck and an woven Asian silk in black and some muted pastel colours. I removed my slacks and wore a white leather thong that I had made. And though it was quite cold I guess my experience as an ice skater, my legs stayed toasty-tepidity until I walked back to my tent to sleep. I drank some gin and tonic and several classes of wine punch. (It most likely had honey in it as I developed some small fever blister by morning). I danced and had some fun but in many ways my shyness was the better of me. I did eat some grapes from Bacchus/Dionysos costume.
11:30 p.m.--Drumming -- despite my need to sleep enable me to do clean up in the morning I was invigorated and hung out at the previous social gathering. I indulged myself into having a little more gin and tonic then called it a night.
Saturday, September 15, community centre clean up--
10-11 a.m. -- Morning meeting with introduction to the Gay Elders started by Paul
And the butt gifts were handed out.
Took the day off from classes and gave out s couple of massages and hung out with my new friends. I did security with Tad and Roger came by to keep us company both guys from the Eldering experience. We perused the enjoyment of 2 of my Freshmen Magazines and in warm-hearted tete-a-tete/blague or bantered about sexual and romantic desires and experiences anecdotal to each of us. Roger’s and my tastes were in closer synchronicity that Tad’s with ours en precis.
Drumming—sat around the fire sipping my gin and enjoying all the men available to interact with me.
Sunday, September 16, community centre clean up—
10-10:30 a.m. -- Morning meeting— ending with applause for the many wonderful people who made the experience of BTW the fulfilling event that it was
10:30-11 a.m. -- Closing ritual. Included calling the colours
Lunch-buffet and ended with us packing up, leaving Sweet “Brigadoon” and Alrick driving me home with colloquy and singing along with Dixie chicks. I grew to respect him even more as we traveled the roads homeward to Pennsylvania.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Pennsic XXXVI
Pennsic
War XXXVI: Despite the fear of rain we arrive late Thursday the 9th of August & left Sunday the 12th with Chris. I set up camp with Compass Rose at N35 at the near end of Long Way Road, meeting Mark & Jody; Drew; Chistoffe’s cousin Megan and her son, Beren, and Ron and Stacey. While there I feasted communally with abandonment and glee. Tired, I went to bed well after 11pm. Chris gave me $80 for spending, another advance on his soon to-be-constructed barbarian garb. One of the purposes of me going to Pennsic was to help pick out supplies to make wardrobe enhancements for him. For which I’ll always be thankful.
And awoke at first light of day, did some Tai chi and read the Golden Verse of Pythagoras and made ready for the day; as Chris left to fight alligators in Mundania, was let off to do some shopping. One of the many of the fine shoppes I perused was The Likely Lotus, a clothier who also made doll clothes that fit my American Girl Dolls (where I hope to purchase a blond male doll in period costume sans sword to add to my collection, as well as some other girl doll garb): http://www.likelylotusblue.com/. After buying some floss and other sewing notions I paused. I ate some breakfast that was purchased by a handsome lad whose tarot cards I read (a special omelet, 2 patties of sausage, orange juice and hash brown square). Afterward, I happened upon Misty Tower Fiber Creations. I purchased a ecru tote bag with two straps and a harp embroidered upon it. I plan to purchase on line some thistle, BWTHSL, embroidered cloth to make a few collars @ $22-24 each, as well as some ornamental thistle and another harp for shoulder @25 each: fiber@mistytower.com. While in the common house where pirates were a plenty, charging up my cell phone where several adolescents were scattered about. One young blond 9y/o boy was rubbing his hand down at his bear crotch and then smearing his sweaty balls juices on other youths. I read some tarot cards, crocheted a hunter green pouch, purchased a wooden comb, sandalwood fan and a straw hat with blue ostrich plumb at Smoke and Fire Company (catalog available): www.smoke-fire.com, 1-800-766-5334 lastly buying some ice and getting a ride up the hill for the day.
That evening we chatted and had a great time with the gang at the campsite. There was an incident of Drew, a.k.a. – kilt man, being in hammock wrapped in foil by Mark and Ron. Photos were taken of Drew, now a.k.a. – space-mothra and the cosmonaut heroes that expedited his aluminum chrysalis experience winged in navy blue and crème cape. Stacey and I prepared some polenta on a griddle, and strawberry spinach salad with poppy seed dressing. The lady in red dress, Teresa, the gang’s friend from another camp site was there socializing. (I braided her hair later in the camping experience.) The cool but damp night air was appreciated by all. By dark Chris returned from Mundania where he had been wrestling alligators. Bert, Megan’s husband came later. After Chris had fixed me a real stiff drink of whiskey and a fruit drink mix so though I so wanted to go to the Bacchanal, I retired to bed around 10:45pm, not sure if it was too much sugar, too tired or too much alcohol.
Awoke at 6:15am Saturday to a misty morning and I did some Tai Chi and as my habit I read the Golden Verses. Had some gluten free peanut butter cereal with chocolate almond breeze on it and a pot of tea. Then Christoffe and I walked down the hill into the market. We stopped to charge cell phones. There we purchased some leathers to make a barbarian outfit of loincloth, vest and cape of earthen browns from cappuccino to sena and tan and white leather at the realleatherpeople, http://www.realleatherpeople.com/. Where I also got a piece of hunter green glove leather for another pouch and a wide hunter leather belt also ordered a blue leather three panel corset. While the green belt was being fixed with the black leather straps and brass buckles on each side Chris went off and I picked out beads to embellish his soon to be constructed barbarian garb at the Bead Lady, thebeadlady02@yahoo.com. Then we stopped at a shoppe for leather thread and there bought a coyote head for the front of one of his loincloths. After securing a job for me to help break down a leather goods tent at Michael Walden, www.aleathercrafter.com, where later for part of my pay I got a tan coloured leather belt with oak leaves and acorns relief on it. Walked by the Argent Fox Music: www.argentfox.com, and dspeer@argentfox.com that sold hand make harps $600 and up and hammer dulcimers around $100. On a handsome instrument I plucked out Ode to Joy in G major with harmony using both hands. We stopped by Historic Enterprises, while looking for Michael Walden as we did have the name, where I arranged to breakdown their building for $10/per hour on Sunday 10 am to 5pm. We walked about finding Christoffe and I hung out at the main house above the showers in the common room charging our telephones and played dice. Christoffe met me after the breakdown at the leather shoppe (Michael Walden’s) 3 –5pm - Christoffe and I ate
gyros, his, a sandwich and mine, a salad in the shade of the barn. The air cooled on the nice hike back to the campsite (N35), hailing others and making friendly greetings to lords and ladies, alike.
At the camp most of the others campers in our wee cot were there. We sat and smoked, chatted and cajoled one another. Teresa was there, but left to collect foodstuffs like chicken breast to add to our potluck. Mark arrived later after dumpster - diving. I took a shower with his instruction. Teresa returned as Joe Keenan and son from below the hill whose site was adjacent to our campsite joined us at my invitation that was everyone’s idea to dine with us. We ate another bite or two, then Christoffe and I walked down to Blue Feather. Met a few guys and a fine, lady, Judy, where I passed out some cards hoping to make new friends while sitting about a fire and the other ate pizza around a fire. We left to go back to camp to meet up with Chris’s cousins and Drew before going to Lost Boys.
On the way back to the campsite (N35) a lord of a certain age said, “ good evening my lord and lady” to which I replied, “Sir, I am no lady!” Megan and her sister, Lynn who arrived that evening, were there from Mundania. All had a wee bit of drink before we arrived. Megan and Lynn appeared to have had a little more than the rest. We hung out. I ate some of the wonderful marinated open fire grilled chicken and baked potato that Jody prepared. And at the time to depart I was unbelted and my Pennsic medallion is tied to a pouch on my new hunter green belt so Christoffe waited for me to redress and catch up. It was a interesting trek down the hill as the sister were giddy from much drink and nude under capes fastened with safety pins. Drew, the sisters, and Bert, Chris and I stopped at the base of the hill where we stayed as Megan said that we ran out of beverage and was invited to enter camp of so Atlantians that requested a story an/or a song I told a joke. We were gifted to hear several songs by their bard one of which was “Feeling Boobies.” At some point on the way there everyone was kissing, Megan and Bert, Drew and Lynn, so Chris kissed me.
At Lost Boys it was an interesting evening with much drinking and merriment. It was sad that one of the original members had died on way to a wedding sometime last year. So at this point a good lot of the throng spoke remembrances fondly of him. The somber moments though heart felt didn’t detour the need to revel. Christoffe met up with a long time female friend. Just before leaving the area I met a fellow masseuse giving him a card. By this time only Chris & I were left to return in duo.
I woke up did some Tai Chi, read the golden verses and spoke softly with the few wake campers at our site. Megan confessed throwing up in a gully and Chris in the restroom before arriving back at the site the night before. I sat eating a few oat bars and drank some tea before Christoffe and I were off to meet up with Historic Enterprises, a reproduction clothier with beautiful garb especially to me the leg wear: http://www.historicenterprises.com/. Gwen and Jeff, the proprietors, were reserved but cordial. I felt that they were tired and a little burned out by the rain that had accosted Pennsic before my arrival. A few other guys helped for a short while then Theresa and Stan, friends of theirs were there on hand to help as well. Gwen left to do other duties. I was so impressed how we worked in chorus to complete the task at hand, breaking down a Tudor building with a ½ second floor. It started to lightly sprinkle but a false episode as no rain followed. The breakdown went smoothly but the loading of the trailer that seemed to take time as Jeff, Stan and Theresa discussed placement of the building parts and other such items. I was amazed that it took so little time and the ease in which we were finished by 4:27pm. Jeff and Stan left to put the trailer in storage. Theresa and I rolled up the carpet pieces and a few other duties and I had time to take a shower before the owners and Stan returned. Dressed as a tomato in reds and orange with my newly acquired green belt, I was paid then we were on the road deflated at the fact that we were returning to Mundania.
We stopped for all you can eat Chinese buffet where other Pennsic campers were assembled at Dynasty International Buffet in Cranberry with I paid for as I had just made $70. I saw Ambroselle, whom I had met in Pittsburgh before and massaged there. He replied, “hi” to my greeting and looked more than reserved in response. We arrived back home at 7:18pm. Then unpacked Chris with his blistered bare feet.
Other shoppes of interest were: Ambrosia Farms, sherryfergus@pa.net, Cameron’s Head to Toe, Elena5@aol.com, The Crafty Celts, craftycelts@mindspring.com, Fabric Dragon, Kristen@fabricdragon.com, Merrimask Designs, merimask@aol.com and lastly Moresca Clothing & Costumes, http://www.moresca.com/.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
THE GREEK/ROMAN PANTHEON:
Written and paraphrased from books read and notes taken by Cameron Ulisix Booth.
| Greek | Roman |
| Aphrodite Apollo Ares Artemis Athene/a Demeter Dionysus/Bacchus Eros Eos Hades Hecate Hephaestus Hera Hercules Hermes Hestia Kronos Leto Pan Persephone Poseidon Zeus | Venus Apollo Mars Diana Minerva Cerces Bacchus/Liber Cupid/Amor Aura Pluto, Dis Pater Hecate Vulcan Juno Hercules Mercury Vesta Saturn Letona Faunus Persepina Neptune Jupiter/Jove* |
Jove* as in by Jove or by the god/s as in swearing in Roman pantheon.
APOLLO
A sophisticated sun god illuminating the intellect and civilizing the Greek pantheon. Under his domain are beauty, medicine, and the arts including music, dance and poetry as well as youth. The archer celestial, he shoots golden arrows from afar—dispelling disease and ignorance according to his views. “Lord of the Silver Bow” As an Olympian, he is the god of music, poetry, art, the dance in classical times he came to be regarded also as the god of plastic art, of science and philosophy; the god of intellect and the enemy of barbarism. He protected the flocks and herds, the patron of founding towns and colonies who helped build the walls of Troy and Magara and to whose oracle (Delphi) all went before setting out to establish colonies. He is the god of healing, Alexicaucus (Avatar of Evil), who was called on to dispel plagues and heal sickness and we is the god of prophecy. Above all he is the god of light: of the physical light that dispels darkness, of the light of spring and summer that puts the winter to rest, of the spiritual and moral light that dispels the darkness ignorance from men’s minds and evil from their hearted. The worship of Apollo is one of the most potent of the forces brought Greek civilization to full flower.
When Leto was about to bear her children by Zeus she fled throughout the world. No place would receive her, for jealous Hera, wife of Zeus, had declared that Leto could not bear her children in any place where the sun shone. At last she came to the floating isle of Delos. Delos gladly received Leto, but she feared that her future son, “the Archer King,”
Like his twin, Artemis, he displays grace of movement and skill in hunting. They are fiercely proud of each other and theirs shared principles of artful vigorous skills. The awkward rudimentary strength of other sun gods is replaced with the honed abilities of refined athletic prows. The kouros statue represented the Grecian ideal where youth and vigor find perfection.
Apollo, Leates-son of Leto, with high moral code and religious discipline presides over initiations (a boy to a man), lustral rites and expirations. His solar rays were said to cleanse his subjects and the role of healer is the utmost deity by removing spiritual or physical cause of all maladies.
His musical skills are said to tame the wild beasts by purifying resonating tunes. Once he lulled Ares the god of war to slumber with his golden lyre’s musical spell symbolizing moderation. Like Zeus he embodied and epitomized the codes of law as in the case of Orestes for the crime of murdering his mother to which Apollo said she wasn’t a real parent.
Purposes to which one might want to approach Apollo are to request a cleansing, add civilizing principle, to become more creative in writing, theater, dance or song as well as sporting skills or to assure sportsmanship in an event. And let’s not forget divinatory needs for it is his oracle at Delphi (Pythoness, the priestess to whom) so many kings and warriors went to seek guidance. (Delphi=womb) The motto engraved at Delphi “know thyself.” These qualities can become an anthology for other situations. With evoking most gods one should know their field of expertise and function in such matters.
Hermes as a babe slew some of Apollo’s prized cattle and was dealt with in a just and note worthy manner. Some say that the lyre was created from a tortoise shell at this time to appease his wrath. In any situation remember to balance out the night there is Apollo’s (Phobebus’) sister, Artemis (Phoebe) to think about within the same pantheon. His priest set their site on locating oracles and scryers. Cherry Laurel contains cyanide, which is said to induce delirium, foaming at the mouth and other symptoms of divine possession. Laurel became his plant, as is hallmark by Britain’s title for the national poet, Laureate, the laurel crowned one.
The beast of several forms, Apollo, was a wolf (Apollo Lycaeus), a mouse (Apollo Smitheus) or the golden-maned lion (Apollo Chrysocomes). He fully laid claim to the goddess abilities of prophecy, poetry, music, magic and healing on way to become the noble sun god. His priesthood adopted the Muses, the Graces, even the great serpent (Apollo Python) also known as Sol Niger (Black Sun) during a nightly journey to the underworld. The Egyptians called him Apep or Apothis, the dark serpent. The Bible named him Apollyon (Spirit of the Pit) in the New Testament.
In the early mentions of Apollo it was as a subordinate to the goddess as her dog or wolf faced door guardian (Spirit of the Pit) or Anubis or Cerbereus. Four Hittite altars founded in Anatolia were dedicated to a god named Apulunas, Garden of the Gate, the forerunner to Apollo Lycaeus. And finally he was canonized as Benedictus (Good-speaker) to become St. Benedict.
Apollo’s lost male loves: Cyparissus, who accidentally slew one of Apollo’s stags was turned in a cypress tree; and Hyacinthus, a Spartan, whom the west wind blew gales of air at causing the discus that he and Apollo were tossing to hit and kill him. Where the blood fell sprouted the flower bearing his name and the pedals spell out in blue- violet “Ai, Ai!” the grief stricken cries of Apollo at his lover/friend’s demise.
Other names by which he was called were/are: Phoebus Apollo (=bright), Delian Apollo (=Delos born), Pythian Apollo (Serpent/dragon that he slew), Loxias (=tricky as his prophetesses spoke in tongue). Another plant mythos linked to Apollo were the laurel due to Daphne.
The muses:
Calliope - Epic poetry
Clio - History
Erato - Lyre/love poetry
Euterpe - Tragedy
Melpomene - Hymns and pantomime
Terpsichore - Dance
Thalia - Comedy
Urania - Astronomy
His nature: music, poetry, medicine, prophecy, archery and light. His personality traits are logical, objective and vengeful. His main sanitary is Delos and Delphi. His amours include Calliope, Cassandra, Cyparissus, Cyrene, Daphne, Dryope, Hecuba, Hyacinthus, Koronis, Marpessa, Ocyrrhoe, Stilbe, Thalia, Urina and others. Apollo never married. His children were Amphissus, Artstaeus, Asclepius, Linus and others.
Apollo an Ode:
To Leto in the free floating – Delos isle
This a story of old
APOLLO, son of Zeus, the sun god was born.
The Fates upon him did smile,
The whole isle was showered in gold…
Matching his flaxen hair like grains of barleycorn.
Afterwhich the isle was anchored and ceased to float…
Not born in Tegyra in Boeotia, nor Zoster in Attica, nor Ortygia, in Ephesus…
On Olympus he had given a concert the gods were filled with delight
At the age of four he made a flute of the horns of a goat--
that had been shot by Artemis, his sis.
He, that was born to take back the night.
On way to Thebes he passed through Euboea and Pieria
On passing Onchestus crossing the Cephissus River
At Phocis found his oracle only to be dissuaded
He slew a dragon that guarded a spring at (Delphi) Cisia.
Gifted by Hephaestus with bow and arrows in quiver
Leaving the dragon in the chasm “the place of the rotting,” (sulfur) is equated.
Seven years for the murder of the dragon, he did atone.
His temple did stand as the Delphian god to the Cretan
ship--
As he’d appeared as a dolphin alone.
Radiant Apollo, Apollo Parnopius, Acesius, Patronus, Archegetes, Proterius, and
Boedromius each his name…
Persuaded by Hera in conspiracy to blind Zeus then as a shepherd he stood alone
Calliope, Thalia, Aira, Dryope, Creusa, Cyrene, Daphne as well as, Leucippus, Paris and Hyacinthus have tasted his lips
Then as a baby Mercury after killing his heard of cattle gave him the lyre of his fame.
Treasured-- by him is wolf, swan, hawk, raven, snake, mouse and grasshopper, laurel and palm tree
Agraeus, Plantanistius, Theoxenius, Spodius and Moerantes he has been named.
God of tripods, flocks and herds, Lycius, the destroyer of those that prey on a flock
The Spartans hold the Hyacinthia in the pre-autumn when crops are harvested through
history…
(Like Lammas or Laughsad, a sun Sabbath, even though a diminishing amount of daylight—)
Apogees of him in youthful manhood, nude or slightly draped w/arrow, bow, lyre,
serpent or dolphin carved in granite or marble—rock—
to his fame.
A god of sun--who cleanses, adds civilizing principle, of creative in writing, dance or song and heals through rays of sunlight.
[To so many people the sun god has had some many names and ideologies, but my heart I’ve given like plummeting young Icuras is given to that of APOLLO.
(Even popular Star Trek featured a lamenting Apollo)
A rhyming history of my favorite god]
ARTEMIS
The huntress in the Greek pantheon, Artemis (Diana, Saranynu, and Mother of Creatures) is as equally skilled with her silver bow and quiver full of arrows. Some times the Crone or waning moon; she like Hecate, would lead the nocturnal hunt. She chose to run free with boars, wolves and hinds over the domestic female role of the time. Chaste, she remains in her youthful state strong willed, determined and forever active seeking out her own pleasures. Ever loyal to her priestesses, enough so to turn one into a willow to keep her ever virgin when she was about to get raped. She is the ideal goddess for the independent thinking woman or lesbians. With her traits of being active and lunar firmly planted but psychic intuition would be a great place to request her guidance. Though her psychic abilities maybe a little primitive they no less hit the mark. Artemis is the ideal-goddess for any aspiring witch, especially a young one. Artemis is the patron to the amazons, the one-breasted womyn of war on the isle of Lemnos. Also, Phoebe, Artemis groves became deer-gardens (tiergarten and djurgarden) once the scene of feats.
As the Great She Bear, Ursa Major, she was the ruler of the stars, the protector the axis of the world. Berne means city of the she bear. In Britain and Ireland Robin Hood is said to be Robin son of Art. She was canonized St. Ursula derived form the Saxon word for she-bear. The Buddhist named her Goddess Maritchi and the Taoist’s Holy mother Ma Tsu P’o with similar attributes.
The axis mundi was also associated with male gods, as the Serpent or the World tree more or less phallic symbol, little bear the son Callisto, the fairest one. And in the Near East Mead–tree, Mjotvidr or Mutvidt, the Mother-Tree was acclaimed to give forth birth-giving, fruit- or milk-producing tree. Some times associated with St. Blaze as in some temples men were bled from the throat then later bull.
As Artemis the many-breasted was always the nurturer, goddess of fertility and birth. To whom Titian is said to have penned “Artemis is a prisoner; Apollo performs cures.”
Her dominion was the hunt, the moon and wild animals. Artemis’s personality traits included independent, nature loving, ruthless and chaste. She was the first born of the twins of Leto and Zeus. Her primary sanitary was in Ephesus. She never took a lover or mate. Her symbols were/are the bow and arrow and the crescent moon.
It came to me in that exact moment
Like lightening flashing it came.
They said, “We love you” and I felt
Their unconditional love
The twins loved me, Artemis and Apollo
His sun was overcast in the misty fog—looking at he moon.
United in time the two spheres hung in the heavens
Round and full, white blinding in the clouded blue-gray sky.
I knew they loved me.
I had been chosen a lifetime ago.
I had offered willow and laurel, frankincense, myrrh, even hyacinth petals
In prayers and studies book after book—
Devouring everything I could about them
Then today, a moment of time
They said, “We love you.” Not reason nor rhyme
The twins loved me, Artemis and Apollo.
As above so below as below so above--
I felt complete in this radiant truth
That they loved me…
Cameron Ulisix Booth.
If god were the sun
And goddess the moon
Apollo and Artemis
In this likely tune
If the was never a Christ
Would we wear togas still?
Would there be gladiators
Down for the kill
Oh, the romance of gods
Have passed there prime
Who names in granite stone?
In the technology of time
We, now, but stand-alone.
Hermes, Hera, Zeus and Aries...
Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Poseidon...
The oracles, fates and furies...
As one begins a story once up on...
The all the faded glory of days gone by
Heralding rainbows, thunderbolts and sunsets
I am no less, no more, just I
To remember the life I’ve lived and regrets
That I could remember those days of old,
To be where the golden age begun...
Mystic shadows and showers of gold...
If god were the sun--
By Cameron Ulisix Booth, Thursday, May 10, 2007
APHRODITE
Goddess of beauty and mother to Eros, the god of love, Aphrodite is ideal to petition before a rhinoplasty or any cosmetic surgery. But she was much more than that she was the triple goddess as well (maid, mother and crone) at one time she was the Fates (Moirai). She ruled the natural law of the material clan. She was Dea Syria, too--also know as Asherah or Astate. Born form sea foam the Queen of the Sea and Ay-Mari, the sea.
By the early Christian her temple were turned to those of the Blessed Virgin Mary as Panaghia Aphroditessa, All-holy Aphrodite. She had many emanations s a Thousand-Named Kali, Mari and Moria but Marina and Pelagia and Stella Maris, Goddess of childbirth; Hymen, Goddess of marriage, Venus, goddess of sexuality and the hunt; Androphonos, the Destroyer of Men. Lastly she was identified with Isis. Anchises, with who she begot Aeneas and was castrated, named “he who mates with Isis.” The month of April (Aphrillis) is named for her as on the ancient Roman calendar the month of Venus. Aphrodite’s triple headed union was Enema, Dike and Irene (older, destiny and peace). Aphrodite Columbia was called the Dove of Peace.
Her domain was/is love, beauty and fertility. Athene’s personality attributes include beautiful and bewitching. Her parents are said to be either Uranus, or Zeus and Dione. Her lovers were Adonis, Anchises, Ares, Butes, Hermes and others. Aphrodite’s children were Aeneas, Eros, Eryx, Harmonia, Hermaphrodite and Priapus. The animals that she held dear were doves and sparrows. My favorite classical painting of her is Botticelli’s Birth of Venus.
She was always casting spells on gods and mortals making them fall in love/lust. So, Zeus punished her by making her fall hopelessly for Anchises, a Trojan prince while he was tending his cattle. Determined to have him she set about her temple rubbing herself with ambrosia oil and headed out to hunt and seduce him. Wolves, bears, panthers and lions followed in her wake. Nevertheless, she appeared before him in disguise in flowers, ornaments and a sheer drape of fabric as a mortal girl. The moment he saw her he was filled with utmost desire—but also hesitation. Luminous as she was he feared that she was a nymph, grace or the goddess that she was. But which of these was she? To cover all possibilities he according to Homer calling out “Artemis, Leto, golden Aphrodite or well born Themes or gleaming eyes Athene…” She, inventing a personal history, assured him that she was a real girl. She even said her father, Otreus, would give him a dowry of gold and gifts. He fell into her snare. He defended that would be useless to postpone the marriage. After consummating their love she revealed her true self. In fear and weak from lovemaking he begged for his life only to be told that he would befall no harm. If he had been immortal she would have married him but their son not born, she would bring him to Anchises. She warned him that if anyone asked whom the mother was that he was to keep his council. He, one day while drunken, spoke of this to a wood nymph, a radiant flower. But he spoke of it and he was slain by a thunderbolt. Thus war ended as the city of Troy burned. Aeneas, their son, was the only child of Aphrodite to aspire to maternal feeling
Epictetus: “The anger of an ape—the threat of a flatterer: ---these deserve equal regard.”
ARES
The red god, the god of war and strife, Ares, Mars is said to be Etruscan fertility-savior Maris. The New Year sacrifices are held on March, which began the year for the Romans, and Tyr, Tiw, or Tig to the Indo-Germans. His sacrifice day is Tuesday. Ares is said to have been conceived by a Zeus and sprite not Hera. His emblem is a circle with an arrow in the upper right-hand corner.
His parents were Hera and Zeus. His honored sanitary is located in Thrace and all points north of Rome. He was partnered with Aerope, Aglaurus, Aphrodite, Rhea Silvia, and Bellona (whose followers included human sacrifice in her worship). His children were Aeropus, Aiappe, Deimos, Harmonia, Hippolyta, Phobos, as well as Romulus and Remus and others.
ATHENE
Holy virgin, Merneva, goddess of wisdom, war, law and civilization, weaving. Olive trees, helmet, armor, shield or aegis with medusa’s face upon it and lastly a small statue of Nike are her symbols of the noble patron of Athens. She was the daughter of Metis and Zeus. Some insist on her virginity, older traditions say that she had such suitor as Hephaestus and Pan. She was united with the phallic Pallas, the “Palladium” was a ligam, Athene Parthenos (virgin goddess of the temple), Grey-eyed Athene (for wisdom and eye color), Aegis-bearing Athena as she also conveyed Zeus’s aegis and Athene Pronaos (to be sacrificed to at the opening of Apollo’s temple in Delphi). She beat out Neptune who offered horses to the future citizens but the olive tree, her gift, offered food, oil for heat and lamps as well as weaving materials. Isis Athene means “I have come from myself” but some say that she sprang form Zeus’s head after he swallowed her mother Metis, female wisdom. She punished one of her priest turning her into a gorgon s she had profaned her temple by having sex in it with Poseidon, Medusa. Thus her followers sometimes wore snakehead masks in the Athene the Destroyer aspect, able to turn men to stone. Her symbol is an equilateral triangle upon a equilateral cross. About the 5ht or 6th century the early Christians rededicated her temple as those of the Virgin Mary. Her symbol is a circle with a cross at the bottom center. Lest not forget the Achrne (, weaver and spider) myth where the prod weaver competed with the jealous goddess and lost being tuned into the spider.
Epictetus: “Do not give sentence in another tribunal till you have been yourself judged in the tribunal of Justice.”
DEMETER
Goddess of harvest, divine leader of the four Seasons, daughter of Rhea and Kronos, her dominion was grain, agriculture, fertility, motherhood and loss. (Demeter + mother in Greek. Delta or triangle = female-genital sign, the letter known a vulva, in Celtic – duir, in Sanskrit dwr, and in Hebrew delath. Demeter’s trinity is symbolized by the triangle-door-yoni.) Her personality traits included persistence, bounty and maternal interests. Sanctuary was the Eleusisian Fields. Eleusis meant “advent.” Lovers included Zeus, Poseidon, Lasion and children were Persephone (Kore), Philomelus (the inventor of the chariot a gift to his father Poseidon), Parius, Ploutus, Arion and Despona. Her symbols included stalks of grain, snakes torch and crown. She was worship way into the Middle ages by pagan in Greece. Early Christian were opposed to Eleusinian rite because of the sexuality involved despite the regeneration and forgiveness of sin. Never forgetting Demeter rustic still belief. Along with the Jewish mysteries the Greeks believed that “an ear of corn reaped in silence” a sacrifice in the shibboleth.
DIONYSUS
He was the god of wine, ecstasy, appetite and vegetation. Noted characteristics were licentious, immoderate and joyful. Dionysus’s wife was Ariadne, the parents of Oenopion and others by mortal women. Sacred animals were Leopard, panther, bull and goat. Loyal friend of Pan and nature lover in his own rite, attributes/emblems were a leafy crown of ivy and grape leaves, cymbals, tambourine, the thyruss, a vine-wrapped wand of reed/stock of fennel topped with a pine cone. It was written about him that he had split personality and many trials due to his mental state, represented by a dual face coin to match his “manic-depressed” states of being. He would soar with followers to ecstatic heights only to fall into a pit of despair wandering lost in the wilds of the forested areas finding solace in the company of flora and fauna (often accompanied by his true friend Pan, who looked out for him). (If he only could’ve found the middle ground.)
Epictetus: “It stamps a man of mean capacity to spend much time on things of the body, as to be long over bodily exercises, long over eating, long over drinking, long over other body functions. Rather should these things take the second place, while all your care is directed to the understanding.”
EROS
Bisexual deity of erotic love, identical with Karma of the Hindus. It was said emerging form the womb of Mother Knight was Eros Zeus is said to stand in awe. Eros is most worthy of honor and the oldest of deities was pen by Plato. The kind savior, Eros was later replaced by the older worship of sexuality as a primary life force. Also, Cupid, to the Romans was said to be the son of Venus and mercury (Herm-Aphrodite) signifying the sexual union. Thus, cupidity was once used as an alternative for the word lust. Or charity from the Latin for caritas was an alternative for sexual/ sensual love. In the renaissance it became amoretti the little love shown as winged babies and his neophyte bum was the inspiration of the shape to the heart as seen on modern valentine’s cards. The talismans for Eros were winged phalli not babies, made of ivory, bronze or scented woods; his symbol were the white dove, the red rose and all fragrant white flowers like night blooming jasmine to which the Italian slang for penis is uccello, “the little bird.”
Shakespeare wrote, “we are the only gods of love”.
Epictetus: “Of pleasures, those which occur most rarely give the most delight.”
To meet you is to know you.
To know you is to want you.
To want you is to need you.
To need you is to love you.
And loving you is the sole reason for my existence.
By Cameron Ulisix Booth, summer solstice in Indiana, 2006
The FATES, the Horae
Not just another set of triple goddesses but the spinner, measurer and cutter of the threads of human existence: Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos also, to the Romans-Fortuna Tisiphone, Allecto and Megaera. In most societies they were weavers and in Greece under the jurisprudence of Zeus and Athene, often time the intercessory for honorable mortals. If the weaving fates were induced not to cut a thread of life at pinnacle moment, the individual would be spared but if not they would surely die. Magic charms were based on this notion. Other names for the fate among the Greeks were Tyche, Dike and Nemesis. The word “fates” is synonymous with faeries. During the burning time it was said that women who saw faeries were seeing demons.
In so many stories faery godmother’s (the fates, again) held the new born babes fussing over them, granting wishes and foretelling the future during the dark ages parents would chain a dog to the door of the baby’s room and leave food suffs as deterrents to a bad outcome.
KORE
Greek Holy Virgin, inner soul of the Mother Earth (Demeter); a name spread far from earliest designation. Variations include Ker, Car, Q’re, Cara, Cerces, Core, Sanskrit Kaur or Kauri, alternative to Kali. To the Romans she was the ever-youthful goddess of the olden times, Car or Cara. Also connected with the Spartans as Kareneia festivals. Sometime called Artemis Caryatis in the east. Kore, in Coptic religion was a great power with seat in Alexandria in the 4th century A.D. Her festival is held January the 6th, which later became Epiphany. The Kore fest is for the birth of the New Year god Aeon to the virgin whose nude statue is encircles in the temple seven times in line of procession. The Koreion traveled to Britain becoming Krin or the Feast of Ingathering towhich became the Feast of our lady of mercy among the Christians.
Kore was abducted by Pluto another instance of god upsurpation of the goddess’s power according to Gnostic lore. “Plutonis Zeus… doesn’t possess the nourishment for all living mortal creatures, for it is Kore that bears the fruit. “ Kore return like Persophone’s is the returning of vegetation and spring. Pupil reflection is known as Maiden or Kore’s Eye. In the Old Testament it is said that the daughter or soul was “the apple of thine eye.” And an apple has a Kore.
HADES
Born of Maia and Zeus, god of the underworld, Lord of Death, god of Hidden riches, he was consort of Hecate, Kore or Persephone. Pre-Roman god known as Eita or Adewas, the phallic, was the hidden god in the womb of the earth. His domain was divided into the Eleusision Fields (place of the good and just) and Tartaras (place of the bad and warriors). Known as Pluto or Pluton, Dis Pater, Lord of Riches, the inlaid treasures of the gems and ore hid within the bowels of the earth. He was to know the location of each piece or load of earthly bounty. When associated with the Christian devil this belief persisted through time. Hades was thought a leading resident of hell named for Hel, the goddess.
His personal character was grim, relentless frightening and weak. Other lovers were Leuce and Minthe. Dear to Hades and in a place of honor were Ceberus, the 3 headed infernal dog. Emblems and token attributed to hem were the scepter, cornucopia and crown.
HECATE
Goddess of the witches, magic and sorcery, she was a triple deity: a moon goddess in heaven, huntress on earth and the mother goddess welcome to all women in childbirth. Honor, victory and fame were some of the gifts she’d bestow on honored believers. As the Greeks became more patriarchal her image waned like the moon. Zeus had once revered her according to Hesiod. To rid the matriarchal hold on women the philosopher/writers penned that she had stole the rouge pot of Hera only to be sent to the underworld; yet maybe other disarmed for aiding in childbirth throwing her into the Acheron. To this day she is said to haunt cemeteries, crime scenes and crossroads especially in Rome during the 4th century BCE—remember by the statues and pendants with three faces. And was honor by sacrificed of dogs, black lambs and honey. Accompanied by a pack of hounds she is said to wander moonless nights as if looking for bearing or a focal point searching out those that had been murdered or buried inappropriately. Now as Persophone’s representative she’s the queen of ghost and ghouls, patron of witchcraft and the conjurer of nightmares. Shakespeare honored her in King Lear by conjuring heart a pivotal moment “By the sacred radiance of the sun, - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night,” he states as he does the fatal mistake of renouncing his loving daughter, Cordelia.
HERA
Having had experience herself, she aids the wives who husband has more than just a wondering eye that might want to keep him in toe. Though she’s been more than severe in dealing with the objects of Zeus’s affection so be wary in how you approach this deity. The irreplaceable queen of the Greek pantheon, feisty, competitive and innovative, she most certainly is no martyr. Peacock is her chosen symbol as well as fire and the seven-headed hydra.
Her domain is marriage and family. Hera’s personality borders on extremes of jealousy, vindictive and power. Her attributes/symbols are the scepter and crown. (Being one of the several children that didn’t escape being eaten by their father, Kronos, only to be rescued by her later husband Zeus through a trick of their mother Rhea who fed him a stone instead of her youngest son, Zeus, saving him that ending.) Her children, some of which, were conceived without the simplest contribution of her husband, Zeus, or nay-other male deity/mortal. For instance she stuck her hand in the earth and prayed to Gaia and conceived the largest monster ever born (Typhon). There is dispute where Zeus was the father of Ares, later writing of Ovid say that the roman goddess Flora touch Hera with a flower from the Bella Dona plant and she became pregnant with the god of war. Eris, the goddess of strife is said to be the offspring of Night. The cripple Hephaestus, god of fire and crafts, was born from the fruit of her anger when angry with husband Zeus. Daughters by Zeus were Hebe, the goddess of youth, the original cupbearer pouring out the nectar ambrosia (said to give immortality) gods (but later replaced, as the Greek pantheon became more patriarchal, by Ganymede, Zeus’s ever young male lover); Eileithyia, the goddess of childbirth could cause worshipers to have a painless births or prolong them according to Hera’s wishes. And Tiresias, the transgender, was another offspring of Hera and a mortal man. His adventures as a young woman began when he hit his staff a gift of the gods on two mating snakes. As a woman he became a most successful prostitute then seven-years later she saw two snakes mating again and with her staff struck both of them changing into a man again. (There was the water nymph, Caenis, who upon personal request Poseidon turned her into a man.) At times of strained relations with Zeus she just self impregnated.
Althea
By Cameron Ulisix Booth, Imbolig, 2006 for Althea Noridge-Orr
Athene, Innana, Sekmet, Hera…
It was you that I once loved
You alone; it was you
Walking brother, trees
In mist of green, grey and blue…
Rusty hair and visage bright
My goddess lady of blue moon’s light…
Athene, Innana, Sekmet, Hera…
Sister, teacher, friend so true
Walking brother, trees
In mist of green, grey and blue…
Rusty hair and visage bright
My goddess lady of blue moon’s light…
Athene, Innana, Sekmet, Hera…
From your breast knowledge grew.
Walking brother, trees
In mist of green, grey and blue…
Rusty hair and visage bright
My goddess lady of blue moon’s light…
Athene, Innana, Sekmet, Hera…
It is you that I loved
Your family and mate, too.
Walking brother, trees
In mist of green, grey and blue…
Rusty hair and visage bright
My goddess lady of blue moon’s light…
HERMES
The swift-footed, eloquent and duplicitous messenger of the gods, whose, symbol is a half circle upon a circle upon a cross and represented by a winged chapeaux and winged sandals. Also the god of magic, letters, speech, commerce, literature, travel, borders and occult wisdom is identified with Thoth. Born of Hera and Zeus, Hermes the patron of children and heroes, to some he was originally united with Aphrodite in one body (Hermaphrodite). Thus his feminine nature was said to have lead to the invention of civilized arts, measuring and weighing, astronomy and astrology, music (inventor of the lyre gift to Apollo after slaying his chosen herd of cattle to feed the Olympians.) and deviation by knucklebones. He helped the Fates compose the alphabets. His caduceus turned all that it touched to gold thus the god of the alchemist. His phallic spirit protected the crossroads from ill. The Saxons worshiped him as Hermeseul or Irminsul. The Arabs in both numbers and alchemical systems extensively associated Hermetic magic. Mercury is said to be the son of the Moon (Mya). The Greeks called him Psychopomp, Conductor of Souls. It was mercury that transferred Dionysus from the womb to Zeus’s thigh. Hermes Mercury Trismetigistus was a contemporary of Moses. Hermetic magic is called Mercurius as it has both male and female serpents intertwine on a stick or wand.
Lovers included Aphrodite, Dryope, Hecate, Persephone and many others bearing Cephalus, Hermaphrodites, Pan and other children.
Epictetus: “Nature hath given men one tongue but two ears, that we may hear from others twice as we speak.”
HEPHAESTUS
The Pre Hellenic black smith of the gods, deity of artisans, craftsmanship, fire and the forge, cast down by Zeus from Olympia for trying to protect his mother Hera after her attempts to punish one of his many trysts. He was said to marry Aphrodite and begot Eros, as well as affections and was on good terms with, Thetis, the sea-goddesses. He, also, married Charis and Aglaia that both bore him Cacus, Erichthinices, Periphetes and others. Other lovers were Caberro, Actre and more. His honored animal was the mule and attributes are all metal tools. Hephaestus was associated with volcanoes, Vulcan, and lightening as well as Amazonian smiths who were also lame. His major shrine was located the isle of Lemnos.
HESTIA
Goddess of home and “good-fire” – her name means the hearth. Hestia was the daughter of Rhea and Kronos. Personality traits included retiring, independent, serene and chaste. Her main sanctuary was in Rome. And honored animal of choice the ass. She was worshiped and tended by Vestal Virgins. Their powers extended to all altars and hearths according to Cicero. Most pagans offer her -- the last crumbs and wine to be spilt on the ground after a Eucharist as an honor of hospitality and her guardianship. As a true matriarch she never had a consort or husband.
Epictetus: “If thou remember that Gods standeth by to behold and visit all that thou doest; whether in the body or in the soul, thou surely wilt not err in any prayer or deed; and thou shall have gods to dwell with thee.”
PAN
The green god -- bearded hirsute half goat and half man in appearance, Pan, was a musician and a god of sexuality and male virility. All woodland creatures he held dear as he traveled about playing his panpipes the progenitor of all fauns, wooing maidens and nymphs. Pan was the king of Arcadian satyrs is said to be one of the oldest Greek gods. Pan has chosen all the Dionysian Maenads as consorts, as well as Athene, Penelope,
Salene and many archaic forms of the goddess. Amon-Ra to the Egyptians, Panopolis was the Greek for their holy city. As a pre-verdic animal spirit, he was long associated with Hindus as a fertility god, Pancika and lover of the primal Mother-goddess, Hariti who sucked numerous animals spirits as many breasted Diana sucked the forest creatures, -- their King Pan. In medieval times pagans who worshiped Pan were accused of worshiping the devil at this juncture Satan grew horns, a tail and hoofs and was unremitting in lust. Many authors wrote of Pan, Shelly, Bryon and Wilde.
HYMN TO PAN…
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careening out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
From Cicly and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus with fauns and pards
And Nymphs and Satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me.
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and Pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, Beautiful Bod,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Deep the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or God, to me, to me,
My man! My man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I who wait and writhe and wrestle
With the air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharps as an asp –
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devouring, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the taken erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan! Pan, Pan! Pan!
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as great as god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, I am borne
To the death of the horn of the unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I m god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to they rod,
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end
Manikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
insert on the right side - faun from brit.dooz
Pipe, Pan Pipe
Like a gentle breath blow, Pan
Over reeds in crescent form.
Play me a tune, dear god
That I might dance for you.
I am but a mere man
Around the bale fire’s warmth
Upon this earthen sod
Do not bid us adieu!
My heart races at the beat
Of cymbals and tambourine…
In this merry contredanse and reel
Around the blaze, around the heat
To the earth we connect
We dance to careen
With our feet, hands and heart, we feel
As if ‘round the may pole – erect
To this ancient beat.
Pipe the pipes, O, Pan, O, Pan
We dance in measure, merry—
To sing the songs of old—
So here we are this eve of May
In this group, I m but a man
A witch, philosopher and faery
Melody a beauty to behold
Yes, pipe, blow and play!
by Cameron Ulisix Booth, Beltane,2006 for Annie De Courtenay
PERSEPHONE
Goddess of the underworld, her domain as well as death, Persephone personality traits included youth and a gentle ways. The daughter of Zeus and Demeter, her main sanctuary was in Elesusis. Kore, maiden, girl and Proserpina were some of the names early man gave her. Lovers that she had taken were Zeus, Hermes and her husband was Hades. Symbols were the pomegranate, stalks of grain and crown. Artist representations Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s Proserpine and Abduction of Proserpine by Niccole dell’Abbante.
The story of seasons: Persephone was abducted by Hades and taken to the underworld. Demeter pined for her absence and didn’t change the seasons from winter to spring so Zeus sent Hermes to strike a deal with Hades to release her. So Hades agreed but for every pomegranate seed she ate she’d have to return to him each year. As she reached the gateway with Hermes to the upper world she swallowed three seed, thus 3 months of winter each year.
POSEIDON
The god of the seven seas, Neptune, was the yeilder three pronged of the triton. His domain is the seas, earthquakes and horses. As the oldest son, his characteristics were being wrathful and strongly independent often standing up to his youngest brother, the father of the gods—Zeus. Liaisons: Aerthra, Alcyone, Celaeno, Demeter, Gaia, Halia, Libya, Medusa, Theophane and so many others. His only wife was the also pansexual, Aphrodite. His children were Alcinous, Antaeus, Arion, Cercyon, Charybdis, Chrysaor, Despona, Halirrhothiuss, Lamia, Pegasus, Polyphemus, Thesus, Triton and so many others. Animal held dear to Poseidon were dolphins, fish, horses, rams and bulls.
On way to succeeding to ravage the nymph, Theophane, he turned himself into a ram. As a results the birth begot the Golden Fleece. His relationship with bulls was that they were sacrificed them to him. In some practices before a sea excursion black bulls were led to the sea and then tied to be drowned by Poseidon himself. Drowning as well as many other ways to him also sacrificed horses. Poseidon is honored with being the creating of horses and inventing horsemanship. During his competition with Athene for the honor of being the god of what later became the Athenians in anger at loosing he struck his trident and trotted off as a horse. As a way of getting back at Athene for her victory he slept with Medusa in Athene’s temple coming to her as a horse. (Athene in anger turn her into the first gorgon and in shame used her face on her aegis. And Perseus beheaded her to use it to stop the Kraken form harming Cassiopeia after being punished by Demeter for her mother saying in Demeter’s temple just how radiant that Cassiopeia was even brighter that the goddess Demeter herself… Poseidon then got back at Demeter by ravaging her as a hose, once more. The off spring was Arion, the black maned horse who was rightfooted as a man and Despona whose name could only be spoken in the Eleusinian Mysteries.)
Epictetus: “A ship should not ride on a single anchor, nor life on a single hope.”
ZEUS
Father of the Greek pantheon and the heaven’s hurler of thunderbolts, the romancer of god and mortals alike is linked to Zu the Storm-Bird. His chosen animal was the eagle. His wives were first Metis, then Hera. His lovers were countless but here are a few: Demeter, Eurynome, Ganymede (the Trojan prince mercury arranged this liaison with Ganymede’s father receiving horse to seal the deal), Leda, Leto, Maia, Mnemosyne, Thetis and other immortals; Aegina, Alcmene, Antriope, Danae, Europa, Io, Leda, Semele and so many more mortals. His children were Artemis and Apollo, Ares, Athene, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Eris, Hebe, Hermes, Persephone, Polydeuces, the four Seasons, the Fates, the Graces and many-many other immortals; Aecus, Amphion, Epaphus, Helen of Troy (from Leda), Hercules (from Arcmene), Minos, (from Danae) Perseus, Pallux (also from Leda), Rhadamanthus, Sarpedon and many more mortals. Unlike the Jewish or Christian dogmas were not the creator or law giver but rather the duties of the Goddess-Mother, Rhea, Hera, Gaea in all her forms the “Virgin Mother of the God.” Like Lucifer came down with lightening raining down to fertilize the mother earth. He became the ruler of Olympia –Platonic patriarch even claiming to give birth to Athene. “With spread of Platonic philosophy” the matriarchal beliefs faded to and patriarch among the Greeks which de-evolved womyn into breeders and unpaid workers.
Epictetus: “…Thou that weildest Heaven’s bolt, save men from their ignorance;
Scatter its night from their souls, and grant them to come to that Wisdom
Wherewithal, sistered with Justice, thou rulest and governest all things;
That we, honored by thee, may requite Thee with worship and honour,
Evermore praising thy works as is meet for men that shall perish;
Seeing that none, be he mortal or God, hath privilege nobler
Than without stint, without stay, to extol Thy Law universal.”
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