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!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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.
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