Ask random set of people at any Pagan gathering what the
word 'fairy" means to them, and you'll get a different
answer from each and every person. In today's eclectic spiritual mar-
"ketplace, the word "faery" is applied to a cornucopia of non-human
spiritual beings,including elemental, plant Deva's, tricksters, house-
hold elves, wood spirits and many others. Even the term "feary"
itself has a plethora of meanings, ranging from the nature or powers
of these sacred beings to their Otherworldly realms of existence.
Ask the same question in one of the Celtic Lands of Europe--
particularly in the United Kingdom or Ireland--and you'll get
an entirely different response. there , the spiritual entities who
ar popularly referred to s " the faeries " are a very specific type
of being . 'Fairy" isn't even the preferred name used to refer to
them; they ar most often referred to by respectful euphemisms
such " The Good People," The Good Neighbors" or " The
People of Peace," and less obvious labels like" The Others"
(or even simply "them"
By Sharynne Mac Leod NicMhacha
Witches and Pagans Magazine issue 19
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Christmas Slug
One Christmas day in the country of Panama, Santa Claus found himself lost. 'You must go two more miles East" .said a villager to Santa. While Santa was preparing to leave. A slug named Slimy decided he wanted to travel with Santa. So the the slug slithered off his rosebush and into Santa's ' bag of toys and gifts. He hid in the bottom of the bag to stay warm."
Well everything was going well that Christmas. Special glass bells for the mission at San Miguel were being made last. Final preparations were being made and Christmas would soon be at hand.
"There are some strange fellow living up here" said an elf as he passed the bowl that Slimey lived in with leaves and tree twigs. Too bad you won't be coming with us tonight"..
Suddenly a noise was heard .Squeak , rumble crash!! "what is that! shouted an elf. '"A bolt is stuck in the machine and it damaging the glass bells. All the supplies are put away said a second elf named Doil in frustration . Niip the elf got an idea. He went and brought Slimey . "Give us some of that great ooze of yours." So the slug slim ed the stuck bolt. "Start her up !' shouted someone. Creek, crack hmmmm.
"That will do till we can fix it good." said an elf. So they wrapped up everything ,, and off went Santa Clause and that is the story of The Christmas Slug The End. by R.G.
Well everything was going well that Christmas. Special glass bells for the mission at San Miguel were being made last. Final preparations were being made and Christmas would soon be at hand.
"There are some strange fellow living up here" said an elf as he passed the bowl that Slimey lived in with leaves and tree twigs. Too bad you won't be coming with us tonight"..
Suddenly a noise was heard .Squeak , rumble crash!! "what is that! shouted an elf. '"A bolt is stuck in the machine and it damaging the glass bells. All the supplies are put away said a second elf named Doil in frustration . Niip the elf got an idea. He went and brought Slimey . "Give us some of that great ooze of yours." So the slug slim ed the stuck bolt. "Start her up !' shouted someone. Creek, crack hmmmm.
Monday, December 20, 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Storytelling Stone Tales and myths of the American Indian
In the beginning. Prairie Falcon and Crow were sitting on a
log which projected above the waters that covered the
world. They asked Duck what number he had dreamed of,
and duck replied, 'Two." Prairie Falcon assigned him the
number three and told him to dive into the water and bring
up some sand from the bottom. Duck dived to get the sand,
but before he reached the bottom, the three days he had
been allotted expired . He awoke from his dream, died, and
floated to the surface. Prairie Falcon brought him back to
life, however,and asked him what the trouble was. Duck
said that he had come out of his dream, died, and then
floated to the top.
Prairie Falcon now asked Coot what number he had
dreamed of. Coot replied, 'Four'. then Prairie Falcon
assigned him the number two and ordered him to dive for
sand. Before Coot reached the bottom, two days elapsed,
and he came out of his dream. He too died, and his body
floated to the surface of the waters. Prairie Falcon saw the
corpse, recovered it, and brought Coot back to life. He
asked Coot what had been the trouble, and Coot replied
that he had passed out of his dream.
Then Prairie Falcon asked Grebe what number he had
dreamed of. Grebe replied that he had dreamed of five.
Prairie Falcon assigned him the number four, and told him
that was the number of days he had to bring sand from the
bottom of the waters. Grebe was successful. He dived all
the way to the bottom of the waters and secured some sand
in each hand. As he was returning to the surface, he passed
out of his dream, died, and floated to the surface. Prairie
Falcon brought him back to life and asked if he had se-
cured and sand. Grebe said that he had, so Prairie Falcon
wanted to know what he had done with it. Grebe explained
that it had all slipped from his grasp when died. Prairie
Falcon and Crow both laughed at him and said that they
didn't believer him. Then they looked at his hands and found
sand under the finger nails. They took that sand and threw
it in every direction. This is the way in which they made
the world.
log which projected above the waters that covered the
world. They asked Duck what number he had dreamed of,
and duck replied, 'Two." Prairie Falcon assigned him the
number three and told him to dive into the water and bring
up some sand from the bottom. Duck dived to get the sand,
but before he reached the bottom, the three days he had
been allotted expired . He awoke from his dream, died, and
floated to the surface. Prairie Falcon brought him back to
life, however,and asked him what the trouble was. Duck
said that he had come out of his dream, died, and then
floated to the top.
Prairie Falcon now asked Coot what number he had
dreamed of. Coot replied, 'Four'. then Prairie Falcon
assigned him the number two and ordered him to dive for
sand. Before Coot reached the bottom, two days elapsed,
and he came out of his dream. He too died, and his body
floated to the surface of the waters. Prairie Falcon saw the
corpse, recovered it, and brought Coot back to life. He
asked Coot what had been the trouble, and Coot replied
that he had passed out of his dream.
Then Prairie Falcon asked Grebe what number he had
dreamed of. Grebe replied that he had dreamed of five.
Prairie Falcon assigned him the number four, and told him
that was the number of days he had to bring sand from the
bottom of the waters. Grebe was successful. He dived all
the way to the bottom of the waters and secured some sand
in each hand. As he was returning to the surface, he passed
out of his dream, died, and floated to the surface. Prairie
Falcon brought him back to life and asked if he had se-
cured and sand. Grebe said that he had, so Prairie Falcon
wanted to know what he had done with it. Grebe explained
that it had all slipped from his grasp when died. Prairie
Falcon and Crow both laughed at him and said that they
didn't believer him. Then they looked at his hands and found
sand under the finger nails. They took that sand and threw
it in every direction. This is the way in which they made
the world.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
My Cabyll Ushtey Story
Such God awful weather was not unusual for this part of Scotland. The clans of Clarny Coohan slept soundly under peat thatched roofs. In mock safety from what was about. The Cabyll Ushtey of Norensbak
was afoot this night. Young Kerl Coohan could not sleep. The run in with his father . Over the lamb that had
almost been left out of the holding pen , was still in Kerls head. He could detect some noise coming dimly from the sheep shed. Though the Cabyll Ushtey was related to a horse in some awful way. The sheep did not put any faith in faint relations of the spirit kind . Kerls cotten night shirt offered little sense of
warmth and protection against the winds.
Kerl being No small boy but a worthy lad of 13 years. He knew enough not be about Scotland at night
alone ill prepared for elements . and the Balrogs that roamed loose in search of and easy sheep dinner.
Though the trousers his mother and sisters wove on the family loom were crude and plain brown.
They were thick and good against Gods worst rains. His green plaid shirt was a makes shift camouflage.
and fathers old hand me down coat still had many miles left of it.
Kerl opened the back door of the small house. Tough boots from the war in Turkey ,dared anyone to
get in his way. Suddenly form behind him . Kerl could hear and feel the hot horse breath of the Ushtey.
He knew the old wives tales for anyone so unlucky as he was. Pray to St. John ,and shout Gee Kali.
and land on your belli. Gee Kali the lad yelled as he landed with a thud. 'What's all this about' he could
hear people saying as they bumped into furniture in their darkened houses. " twas the Ushtey " said an elderly
voice from in side Kerls house. The faint sound of hooves could be heard in the distance .
The wind now dying as the faint sun rose . the end
By Robert G
was afoot this night. Young Kerl Coohan could not sleep. The run in with his father . Over the lamb that had
almost been left out of the holding pen , was still in Kerls head. He could detect some noise coming dimly from the sheep shed. Though the Cabyll Ushtey was related to a horse in some awful way. The sheep did not put any faith in faint relations of the spirit kind . Kerls cotten night shirt offered little sense of
warmth and protection against the winds.
Kerl being No small boy but a worthy lad of 13 years. He knew enough not be about Scotland at night
alone ill prepared for elements . and the Balrogs that roamed loose in search of and easy sheep dinner.
Though the trousers his mother and sisters wove on the family loom were crude and plain brown.
They were thick and good against Gods worst rains. His green plaid shirt was a makes shift camouflage.
and fathers old hand me down coat still had many miles left of it.
Kerl opened the back door of the small house. Tough boots from the war in Turkey ,dared anyone to
get in his way. Suddenly form behind him . Kerl could hear and feel the hot horse breath of the Ushtey.
He knew the old wives tales for anyone so unlucky as he was. Pray to St. John ,and shout Gee Kali.
and land on your belli. Gee Kali the lad yelled as he landed with a thud. 'What's all this about' he could
hear people saying as they bumped into furniture in their darkened houses. " twas the Ushtey " said an elderly
voice from in side Kerls house. The faint sound of hooves could be heard in the distance .
The wind now dying as the faint sun rose . the end
By Robert G
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Comic book guy
The Eighteen types of movie goers.
1.Mr.snoozy.
2. the hooligans
3./the ubiquitous old fart
4.the late comer
5.the heckler
6..talk to the screen guy
7.the wailing baby
8. the obstructionist.
9. the true ceniphile
10.the scream queen
11.mr.jaded
12.mr. librarian
13.the phone philistine
14.sneaky Pete
15.the quizzler
16.Mr. know-it-all who thinks reading entertainment weekly makes him a film expert
1"7. the" get a room couple'
18 the brides of crankenstein
[Comic book guy's book of pop culture} Greoning
1.Mr.snoozy.
2. the hooligans
3./the ubiquitous old fart
4.the late comer
5.the heckler
6..talk to the screen guy
7.the wailing baby
8. the obstructionist.
9. the true ceniphile
10.the scream queen
11.mr.jaded
12.mr. librarian
13.the phone philistine
14.sneaky Pete
15.the quizzler
16.Mr. know-it-all who thinks reading entertainment weekly makes him a film expert
1"7. the" get a room couple'
18 the brides of crankenstein
[Comic book guy's book of pop culture} Greoning
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Excuse me!!
I was looking at political cartoon lampooning the "Rich" . Then I thought If I went to the gym would not I expect to see large well trained people? people I could rely on to know how to get those fabled six-pack abs and Navy Seal conditioning? What could a fellow with minimal training experience teach me.
Or how about my Karate instructor from 10 yrs. back ? Or the senior students . Why should I have to train to get as proficient as they were? There ought to be a la
w or better still a President to stand up for me. Or maybe I should get my proverbial butt in gear and with Gods help try to manifest some of the things I want and think I deserve into my life.
I know many will think My views simplistic ,But I tried to gripe that life was unfair to me for not being rich.
God willing I will get plugged into something or someone who will steer me in the right direction. But i don't
see how attacking others good fortunes is going to benefit me. If I claim to be a rigorously . honest American
citizen. see you later .
Mr. DooRobg
s
Or how about my Karate instructor from 10 yrs. back ? Or the senior students . Why should I have to train to get as proficient as they were? There ought to be a la
w or better still a President to stand up for me. Or maybe I should get my proverbial butt in gear and with Gods help try to manifest some of the things I want and think I deserve into my life.
I know many will think My views simplistic ,But I tried to gripe that life was unfair to me for not being rich.
God willing I will get plugged into something or someone who will steer me in the right direction. But i don't
see how attacking others good fortunes is going to benefit me. If I claim to be a rigorously . honest American
citizen. see you later .
Mr. DooRobg
s
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Words
Words!
The Way is beyond language,
for in it there is
no yesterday
no tomorrow
no today,
---Sengstan
Hsin Hsin Ming
The Way is beyond language,
for in it there is
no yesterday
no tomorrow
no today,
---Sengstan
Hsin Hsin Ming
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