Desiree

Desiree, I whispered into the winds watching the twisted paths in the air marked by the trail of the fallen tattered and broken How long has it been since we danced through the night our laughters fluttering between the stars fearless and merry Strange how we loved and vowed to be together for all eternity yet now threading different paths and lives lost and forgotten Perhaps as much as we loved each other we loved ourselves much more and seek freedom more then eternity distant and proud Here I blow a kiss into the winds a small gift in remembrance to a stranger I once knew and loved hello and goodbye

I am

Dreams of Dreams, different, entwined
Of pasted illusions I cannot remember
Of paths before yet to be revealed
I dance upon shifting sands, releasing, becoming

A fool on a path of fools, seeking, stirring
The promise of something great, I yet to comprehend
Something I once was and will be
A truth shining through illusions of reality

Sometimes I remember and hence divine
Sometimes I forget and hence alone
But for now, between two breaths
I sense, I feel, I am

The politically incorrect Amercian Sign Language (ASL)

The first time I had the chance to learn ASL was when I started working in a company with a hearing impaired colleague and another who was very well versed in the language. It took me a while to pick up the alphabets and a few words, but it was a pretty joyous experience. Though I still suck at it, I know enough to understand that ASL was not designed to be politically correct.

Why you ask? Try looking up the ASL dictionary for the sign for 'Goddess' or 'pagan'. You won't find any. The closest you will get is a sign for 'witch', which, not surprisingly, implies someone with a classical hawk nose.

That raises an interesting question for me. Since there hasn't been any created in the years ASL has been in use, does it mean that we pagans haven't really been doing enough to help out the community? Surely, if there were enough of us out there actively helping out, someone would have to add to the dictionary, just so that signing is easier.

My volunteer consent form is in the mail, how about yours?

Truth

I originally posted this on mylot, but it felt important enough for me to duplicate this post here as well. Your comments are warmly welcomed.

It took a long time for "upper management" to beat this into me, and honestly, sometimes I still choose (wrongfully) to ignore my hard earned lessons and let it affect it.

Fear, Deception, Lies, Anger and Violence. These are the weapons of those who chose to hide from the light of truth. They use them because they are afraid of what they do not understand, what they cannot understand.

I was, and sometimes still is, angry at people like that. There were those who mistreated me because of my believes. The resentment built up and so did the anger. So much so that "upper management" stepped in*censored* slapped me to my senses.

I would leave the*cough* joy of discovering that experience to the parties who need it. But I'll share what little this numb skull had learn from it all.

They WANT you to be angry. It just feeds them with the hatred that they are so hungry for. They mistake it for passion, and dread the day it leaves them. The emptiness left is more torturous then damnation. As twisted as it is, this is the only way they know how to survive.

They are in all religions, all faiths, all believes. The Lost who would worship anything just to get a false sense of peace. Serenity parts not her grace to them. And I know them well. It's hard not to know a past you are not proud of.

Open your heart and listen. Truth calls. It will not be the truth under a brick or on a page. It will be truth without Good or Evil, without Merit or Sin. It will be Truth as it is. Let not the ones who hide from it sway you, or risk joining them.

Open your arms, step up and receive.

May that which you hold divine, be with you always.

The pagan holy book

I was once asked for prove of faith
Ancient writings to show our ways
Teachings passed down by long forgotten saints

Back then I was unable to answer the challenge
Shallow was my knowledge and wisdom shared little grace
Shame hit hard and flushed my face

Now I will smile and spread my arms
And invite fellow seekers to listen with me
To the ancient wisdom echoing in the winds

Introducing Serial Sally

Serial Sally is a child serial killer trying to fit in. She can't understand why people won't play with her. Maybe its all the old blood stains on her dress. Maybe people are just mean.

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A Quote

My Will is the sun, my Mind is a magnifying glass and the Universe is an ant -- Mike Carey, Lucifer