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FRI: 23 / 09 / 11: Happy Mabon:
No work ‘hoo-rah’, on this day of my focused attention of spiritual pleasure. I awoke to a lovely day; despite what the weather may be. An appropriate breakfast meal of fruit ‘n’ fibre set me up and I begin my day of peaceful ambience.
During this time of quiet reverence of no IT, TV or DVD indulgence. I start with reflection; a two hour period of mediation. It is a mental cleansing, to free up and release those negative waves and former woes, a goodbye to what was, a stock-take the day’s being and ideas for the possibilities of tomorrow – food for thought.
It is a step to free up my mind from the minuses and to seek the potential pluses ahead. I have faith that it will duly arrive – though sometimes I do wonder at what cost? For everything I feel is in balance (though not always even, or in one’s favour)
Having completed and refreshed, if not revitalised I dressed and left the home to absorb the freshness of air. It didn’t take long for me to make my way to the woodland pathways of scenic locale in order to embrace the autumnal ambience of a changing.
The leaves of Golden Brown fell from the branches as the cold breeze prised them to the ground with a starkness of force. A chill was in the air, I think the word is ‘brisk’ and there seemed to be a quieter air to the surroundings that I found myself in, lonesome wandering in a scenic greenery of an increasing nakedness of foliage and slowly flowing water. It can be stark, it can be sobering, it can be silent, although the landscape can be timeless and it is that perhaps that allows me to be at one with elemental connection.
After another pleasant period of two hours, I returned for sustenance of corn and cider then made ready my preparations for the evening’s duty in the dress of both my attire and altar decoration. Once completed, I quickly made note for the day log and took leave for the next stage in my day of faith.
Whether in solitude or in the company of like-minded others, I find solace in the ceremony of rite, though find it somewhat disappointing that the particulars of such must be made with careful planning and/or cautious invitation, for the intervention of the weak-minded and ignorant can detract from the theme; and in some cases, power that comes with the tradition of lore
Later on, as night drifted in and the Luna light shone down, I embraced in the moonlight ritual of celebration and respectful acknowledgement of the twilight moment. No need methinks, to go into the explanatory details of ritual – for they are of personal reverence and I feel be only truly appreciated by those with a genuine interest of tenet.
I leave you to draw your own conclusions, those being a testament to your character of personality I feel – Blessed Be to all

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THURS: 22 / 09 / 11: My weekend starts here:
Despite the monotony of the day, I am lightened in spirit, as I feel better for the forthcoming arrival of better things to come. As the wheel turns to another calendar date of note and Mabon is upon me. The week’s toil is almost concluded, and tomorrow I can celebrate the autumnal equinox of the Northern hemisphere. A date I can enjoy with clear mind and focus; following persistent negotiation or should that be, nagging?
A degree of persuasion was needed before I was afforded leave of absence for the day. Initially, I had been denied recognition of this, my faith; I was told could not be recorded – as the system didn’t recognise it as a religion, they putting me down as having no faith (we haven’t got a box for that indeed!) I wasn’t happy
It was only when the 2010 UK census came about, and entry on the ‘official’ form I pressed this again. This time; though no doubt reluctantly they relented and my box; if not card, was marked.
Having achieved this ‘minor’ victory, I pushed further of this recognition and requested to be allowed leave to respect my credo of choice with faith days being duly noted. It seemed at first they were unsure of what to make of this and some seemingly vague questions were asked of me. Though it was in a vein of interest, I knew it was moreover a fishing exhibition into the validity of my desire. I answered accordingly with simple, honest and though not always direct retort, it was sufficient for them to accept the sincerity of my enquiry.
Though they didn’t totally capitulate, they did cede to my request; as long as I could arrange coverage on specific shifts – I’ll take that. And so my Sabbats will be enjoyed with reverence and due accord – Witch is nice.
Considering we are supposed to be a free society, built on freedom of speech and tolerance, added to that my employment of over a quarter of a century continually states the importance of diversity, they can be so choosy at when that policy is put to use.
Similarly, outside of work, when I am asked of my faith; for I do not preach, it is met with the stereotypical “oh, naked girls dancing around the campfire eh”, the reference to spells, withes brews and to the (1973 version) film of the ‘Wicker man’ – well I do confess, bar the choice of sacrifice, the ideology does have a good degree of appeal.
Regardless of the opine of individual, for we all have them, it is important to understand that whatever one’s tenet is, pomp and ceremony, simplicity and reverence – trust in the deity/deities or elemental natural environment it is a personal facet of one’s ego, and if one finds solace and comfort within it, then who can argue with the conviction of the aura.
Tomorrow, I will spend with, and in adherence to my belief and wish the best of blessings to all

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WED: 21/ 09 / 11: Ah dreams:
Well that was a dream last night that was. After entering my journal notes of the day; as per intention, it was an ‘early night’. Warm and snug under my quilt I drifted away into the mist of unreality. Gradually I slipped into the zone and embarked on my twilight journey into the unknown and the surreal events therein.
A combination cast of old school friends; looking as they did in their youth, along with current workplace colleagues mated in an environment of stark and shadowy skies, leading to scenes inside a building of gothic design, where I; and dear companion, were pursued by an enemy of dangerous nature all within in a mood of perilous thriller.
There was the obligatory water element along with the sensation of lofty height to contend with. Over the years, I have honed and toned a degree of self control that I employ in such twinkles of misty moments and keep me one step away from deadly disaster – and some say sanity balance.
Such are the typical visions of my night (sometimes day) dreams. Many, I guess, may deem these as fearful nightmares and panic reigns. For me however, they are a mix of memories, hope and fears, obstacles faced and to face, some to avoid, be wary of and maybe situations within a mirrored dimension.
Are they warnings and advisory messages perhaps? Purely speculation of course, my view is of these images, is that they are of such witch need to have a degree of interaction with – the mind is quite capable of coping, we are just out of practice. Though it may not be divine destiny, then surely it is of curious interest and requires some pondering of reason?
I know there are several books of reference that what can mull through, that offer different and; some say alternate opinions of explanation, but I feel that one can only find the answers from the inner reflection that comes from profound deliberation of the self – or is that just me then?
Ah well, a subject so complex and speculative, maybe the reasons behind the R.E.M. of slumber are best left to the imagination, and let us not forget that when they come in a spectrum illusion of fantasy is there anything better? Seems like a there are some questions that one doesn’t really want to fine a definite rationalisation of. My advice is to sleep well and embrace without fear, remember we all have angels of guardianship.
As for the rest of the day, - well not much of note. It couldn’t really be better than ones abandonment of inhibition and contemplation of what I personally consider as enlightenment. It went surprisingly quickly and though I tried to stay awake as long as; for that I feel enables a quick doze off, and quicker to capture the microbes of mystical magic, it was back to bed onto and into a lifestyle that me seems better, long ago, in a galaxy, far, far away

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TUES: 20 /09/11:Being a cared and caring neighbour:
It was hardly a ‘Good day Sunshine’, though the weather could have been worse. It was after all only an overcast morning, though another day at the office (one sighs). Once showered, shaved and dressed and with work beckoning ‘for the sake of the bills’ I complied with my duty. Following an eight (and a bit) hour stint I returned from an uninteresting and uneventful day to a bit of a treat; of minor degree that is, though - I gotta love my neighbours.
Freshly cut grass and hedge trimming gardening assistance greeting my arrival - Debbie and Graham had been hard at it. Then after I had changed I was coming down the stairs a knock on the door saw me greet Joe who; with Angie provided me with some Mexican food; that they had made in excess. I was happy to take it though it would have to wait until tomorrow night’s tea; for I was already halfway through a meal of bacon and cheese baguette snack.
I have to say I feel fortunate to have such nice people around me. One can easily find themselves if not surrounded by, then certainly within a community that doesn’t really socialise. There is a difference I feel, between being in the pockets of others and stifling with an over familiarity that intrudes into one’s life, and the common courtesy, genuine care and friendliness that always seem usual these days - what a shame that is and indeed how sad that the norm seems so to be.
Too often I can be the cynic, looking out on those whose misbehaviour grabs the attention over the meek and mild, I must try to do better!
I am a great believer that we should all do with a bit of reflective realisation and appreciate that which we take for granted and indeed sorely missed in its absence. After all we all work and indeed live better together in harmony. Too often these days; maybe because of the society we have allowed to take moral charge, there is an air of suspicion abound.
We should all, do better!
After I completed my snack “Dad’s Taxi” was put to use, as I took my daughter back to ‘Mum’s house. Though she loves me of course, I haven’t got the Sports channel she was hoping for, and although she said she wouldn’t mind missing the game, parents always know when their children mean other things – it’s part of the role requirement/job specification. A half hour round trip took me there and back again, and I could unwind in the comfort of familiar abode albeit in solo mode Tuesday is for me usually a bit of a dead night, and now with a lack of company it was an early trip up the wooden steps to blanket fair the normal action, a shame that one wishes away the hours, still ah the slumber world of escapism can be imaginative fun and spiritual re-invigoration – time to “Dream on”

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My second entry, made on a day when I return to work from a weekend of relaxation, contemplation and relief, it sees a degree of reluctance to adhere to the requirements of the day – for who likes a Monday morning, and go back to work where the appreciation for contributory endeavour is in short supply? And more to the point who wants to talk about it? For unless it is filled with a spectrum of creative content that rewards, there is much of a muchness about any job. In my position and role there is I fear, too much contradictory discretion and direction around to feel any kind of value for ones efforts
MON: 19/09/11: Monday moaning:
The Six o’clock alas did ring, I “woke up, got out of bed, I dragged a comb across my head” - as I guess we all do, unless it’s the weekend of course when the mop upon one’s head flows in more of a natural abandonment of flow – just me then? With little time prior to the commencement of my employment of necessity, I partook of a brief breakfast and then was off the local shops to purchase the fresh produce needed to watch my figure – watching it is one thing keeping it trim is another. As the years pass and the arthritis increases, the physical exertion is restrictive and takes its toll on the body once firm and streamlined – it happens I’m afraid to us all.
After changing into appropriate attire I take the short car drive to work and therein perform the duties of the day. Well enough of that, work is work and I’m out of there now
On completion of such, I arrived back at home in the darkness of night ass autumnal nights draw in, and which doesn’t really inspire one to start projects of physical production – I just don’t like this week’s shift hours, whilst there is still time to relax yes, but for housework attention? It is a drag when there is only myself to stir into action – roll on the week end.
Daughter number two (of two) however, fresh from her camp counselling duty in Minneapolis USA, stayed with me last night, and during the day as I worked, so did she, and I came home to a nice clean house with dinner prepared within the fridge that just needed a warming up. Leaving me a missive of information to read (to show she had her eye on me and) of her next expected visit. I stripped off my dress of the day into the comfort of t-shirt and shorts and to unwind with my cup of tea, I clicked on U-Tube for a background of melody, and noted my muse of log on the site of hip, before embracing the fantasy of the Inter-web, I do think that such fancy is needed to rid one’s thoughts of the days mundane. And so finally, I’m off to the land of slumber and to dream of better things

A WEEK OF MY (US) BLOG (1 of 7)

Recently I was invited to participate in a diary journal on the U.S. forum of Hippie theme that I write upon. A site where maturity is monitored, as the adult subject matters range from Love, Religion, Politics, Personal issues; as well as Games, Random thoughts and of course ‘Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll’, They are discussed in an open and honest manner, and though I may be biased, both informative and educational
I have in the past, split my entries on different forums, different blogs, indeed across the World (WW) if not “Across the Universe” maybe it is a time to share my thoughts upon this ‘personal’ Blog? For the purpose of this particular exercise, the entries; in diary form, span the last seven days leading up to (and a day) the Mabon Autumnal equinox; one of my faith days of Pagan origin. Perhaps more muse than comment I begin with:-
SUN: 18/09/11: Small Beginnings:
They say Giant Oaks from little acorns grow. If that be the case, maybe we should all grasp the opportunity to share with others thoughts and beliefs with our own small but personal contributions having merit? We all have stories, tales and experiences that we can share with others free of cynical criticism, surely?
I have always held the view, to share rather than store up and be frustrated is better for the soul and spirit of the self, though there are times when the noted quotation “better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt” comes to mind. I’m confident in my conviction.
If everyone adhered to the belief that to say nothing would see improvement and development, then progress would be stifled and nothing would get done, for status quo sees stagnation. One must remember there are no bad ideas, just impractical ones – and as I tell my Grand Daughter “to dream, is to fly”
A log in electronic form allows one to state feelings, beliefs and muses of the day. There are times when words do not tell the story, or in haste expressions of passion may in hindsight have wanted more deliberation, though are we all not prone to the frailties of human nature? and to err is so human.
Emotions are the feelings of the heart and may not necessarily be what others wish to hear but show I feel, a purity of opine and as such shows integrity to the self. There may be times when consideration should be the watchword of the cautious, but that may not be the underlying honesty required for the contentment of the inner soul.
In this modern day age of 8 day, 24.7 lifestyle, expression is both good for the release of frustration and allows an exertion of one’s negative woes
One only hopes that the spirit of freedom is embraced and within the text there can be a message that can be appreciated; if not agreed with by others. “Write On”

MABON 2011

Another festival is upon us, with the autumn equinox arriving to draw in the nights, when the planet obtains a near balance of day and night, of lightness and the dark in equal measure. It is another time of reflecting back and planning forward, finishing projects, planting the seeds for new enterprises – as ever, the world turns.
I allow myself escape from the day’s conventional acceptability and at one with myself in mental as well as physical being. As I set myself for a period of evaluation, I settle into a mode of ease that, whilst meaning the housework, organisation of utility and other administrative records are left uncompleted, it allows clarity of soul/sole satisfaction.
Dear Persephone comes to mind when the legend of myth is recalled, due to the consequence of action forced on Demeter by the deceit of Hades; inadvertently causing the wheel of seasonal cycle to turn. It is a reminder that there are consequences to any actions, and the gifts that are offered to us are not always fruit witch refreshes, they can be a vessels of brewed deceit.
With the warmth of season passing into the cool before the cold, I set out my table draped in appropriate cover of respect along with tools of due regard. I light the candles of Gold and Brown colour, put into position autumnal leaves and items of opposite attraction. Added to this I place the fruit of apple along with vegetable squash of past beside the various seeds and grape of future, acknowledging the passing of the moment and the hope of tomorrows glory. Then there are the practical tools of usage, from the scythe to the trowel all are relevant to the concept of the day. Finally, I position the vine of grape and grain of sustenance to partake with due reverence and with careful adornment; for the hospitality of others, if appropriate, is key for the sharing of experience, and if not, then the facet of OCD becomes evident.
The Harvest moon shines down its Luna light of Moonbeam, and I can’t help feeling awe and aura of fulfilment. The solitude of solace allows an attuning of connection. As I prepare for the ritual of thanksgiving, I sit in quiet contemplation. The last period has seen good times, bad times, incidents and events, though despite the foreboding of realisation, along with the lack of expected progress and comfort, the fact is, I have to consider myself fortunate to be able to retain my conviction of conscience within an increasingly sceptical world. As time passes there is greater self- appreciation of days gone by, whether in this or the shadow world witch I find myself in.
Honouring both the darkness and light is required as one acknowledges the importance of natures balance. It is methinks, more relevant in these days of 24/7 commercialisation and greed to be mindful and show due relevance to lore –for I do believe that our future has to be based on a foundation of remembrance of days gone before, both for kin, community and indeed the self.
And so I embrace in the moonlight ritual of celebration and respectful acknowledgement of the twilight moment. Whilst the accompaniment of others would be a welcome change – maybe a past sin is to bemoan the lack of?
No need methinks, to go into the explanatory details of ritual – for they are of personal reverence and only I feel be appreciated by those with a genuine interest of tenet – those willing to learn can/will make their own enquiries through appropriate channels – for one can always ask

SEPTEMBER RISING

Returning from Glasto to the outskirts of my home town at ‘La Shaw’ I sense a change in the air. Whilst away at the land of Avalon I was within the zone, there I was able to reflect upon a number of things that had weighed within my conscience of curiosity - things other than the norm.
I had the opportunity to engage with several folk of similar mindset, and felt comfortable in both tempo and tone of the conversations I held with them. There is something gratifying in being able to relate to those with philosophy of mood, action and causes that are akin to that of one’s ego, it gives a sense of unity of process; if not unification of opinion.
Now back at my abode of the moment, I feel confidence in expanding upon such good beginnings, and look to venture out with purpose to places and goals anew. I aim to explore such avenues in a vein that I compare to the unwrapping of a mysterious gift, the layers of witch I am discovering more to questions of, than answers to - but isn’t that a worthwhile target of significance to strive to obtain in order to enable the development of both the self, and indeed maybe; in time, a general consensus of opine?
Opening my ‘book of face’, I read replies from messages sent prior to leaving. After doing so with due deliberation, I decided to plan out a direction to my future; albeit that witch may see me once again out in the countryside of a land that many deem make believe – although we all have to find ourselves somewhere ‘over the rainbow’ for peace of mind I feel.
To that end, a degree of self-discipline is called for. In order to pursue another pathway, I decided that to be the pro-active pursuit of academic recognition in creative writing.
With one and a quarter books of poetry already written, a number of stories part written and lots of notes, I have at least contents of draft material, so perhaps now is the time to advance further with these projects, and in the completion of relevant units, find the attainment of such to be rewarding.
Despite assurances to the contrary, the absence of support when it was most needed, leads me to take a solo, some say selfish focus. The realisation that support that I had been desperate to attain, is like that of a lottery win, there in hope and forlorn anticipation, so a different tract is required in order to attempt a satisfactory, if not total, contentment, methinks.
After a short trip to the library to ascertain course availabilities, I eventually arrived at a location of advice that was quite helpful. However, therein I established that recent reductions in public service funding, now see fewer opportunities in ‘adult’ education being made available and Open University the place to enquire within, with usage of distance learning an option. I suppose failing that, there is always the magazine options where financial recompense something to consider.
Like a lot of writers I guess, once engrossed in the mode of verse or essay, emotion can take over. I find my own historical experience always a good reference for me to draw upon; though with a degree of ‘touching up’ perhaps (imaginative license always comes into that of a good tale, yarn or such like) and illusions are I find less restraining and another useful aspect to utilise in the depiction of the word of text – hmm, maybe the phrase “be afraid, be very afraid” comes to mind?

The day I enjoyed the Lughnasadh /Lammas

The wheel turns to point to Lughnasadh, another of the Sabbats, that of Lugh; deity of pagan descent. A respite for refreshment and rejuvenation, as those warm lazy summer days begin to wane, the breeze in the air changes direction and a time to store away our fruits in preparation for the cooler, darker nights of winter. The first harvest of the year reaped afore taking a step closer to the autumn quarter.
The main focus of the day is of cultivation, reaping that which has been sowed. In whatever quantity, it should be encouraged – from a field to a garden, allotment to window box, all is relevant and indeed equally fulfilling.
Irish lore celebrates with beano - bonfires, dancing and games, an invitation for the old and young to join together in an atmosphere of friendship and of love shared.
Indeed within Gaelic folklore, there is ritual of hand fasting (in modern terms an engagement of betrothal, lasting a year and a day) an act of a mutual respect that is quite reasonable though maybe the original tradition somewhat debatable; being somewhat of a blind lottery. Still, definite courtships before a suitable pairing entered into does have a deliberate structure about it, and to be fair, no other way is fool proof it seems.
For me, my faith has always been; out of circumstance, embraced in solo mode. Not for many a time gone by has there been a substantial kinship of spiritual collaboration, though we all are individualist in our choice of praise.
I started with a gentle walk though my local countryside, an amble of about 5 miles. Taking me from buildings and houses to serene countryside to a hostelry of olde ale and relaxed ambience, allowing me to absorb, in both calm and uplifting manner, it is always a welcome respite from the day’s convention.
I strode out into a warm atmosphere though it wasn’t long before there was a brief shower of refreshment.
A downpour lasted ten minutes before abating, and then the aroma of freshness filed the air and with gentle breeze to accompany the still warmth. I continued on my way along a path that I have trod many times.
Picturesque beauty can be found in the most unlikeliest of places and whatever mood the climate takes, it is always a good day.
Time passes as wheels turn, and I see the olde farmhouse that used to be a hive of activity now derelict, almost overgrown by greenery, I reflected upon the knowledge that nature is always on the march to restore what was and what will invariably be again, though memories of yesterday will always remain like ghosts in the wind.
As I near my destination along now defunct roads, I passed by the small cemetery, a respectful recognition for those who had given their all in defence of freedom. I noted the gate slightly ajar, and; as is the rule when out in rural setting, closed it with reverence.
Arriving at the Inn, I purchased liquid refreshment, removed my shoes, sat in the open air and enjoying the view watched the mechanical birds fly in and out whilst unwinding my cares away.
Barring the gentle rumbling of aircraft and playful banter of children the air was peaceful and I could have drifted into deeper slumber, however there was still more to do this day – l still it was a good three hour period of muse.
I reluctantly rose dressed and returned for my next phase of my duties of the day.
Arriving at my abode of desire, I set out my fare of choice; traditionally loaf mass or Lammas, adorned with fruits and green vegetables, I placed out some freshly made bread along with apple and grapes, carrot, spinach and added a small concoction of alcoholic and natural mixture for self sustenance and what was to be shared with others; even though such sharing was with that of shadows.
I set my altar with 5ive crystals of aura – selection of the stones pertaining to any ritual is I feel is key to the invocation of required spiritual assistance.
A quiet setting of peace, I sit within a haze of incense of Aloe, Rose and Sandalwood to meditate and in semi-silence reach out and within, in order to complete my respectful acknowledgement of what has been, and in hope of what may be. For in reality, however bad we may feel life has treated us, there is always something to be grateful of.
With words of relevance I speak my verse with favoured mantra before partaking more of my nourishment. After completing my small but personal ritual; and in order to recuperate from it – I settle down for contemplation
Meditation plays a significant part in my interpretation of faith and I feel I have attained a degree of mental and spiritual growth - though when do we ever cease from growing? Whilst we may pause for a while, it is only to get another wind and to focus on future development – educational evolution is not only a right, but a duty, and for those of receptive desire, it is a responsibility to pass on, not through incitement, but with word, image and deed it is in this where this philosophy inspires. It is then possible, completion of any work gives satisfaction though for me it only seems a chapter’s end and the book goes on.
Reflection gives a good grounding for the next step of our journey, be it in unity with others of like minded faith or for others, solitude, alone but not lonely – for one is never truly alone with faith.
Lammas is a good time to ponder past and then move on from what has been, planning for the next stage of the road we travel
With the final passage of events completed, I end the day with the words of lore “Blessed be to all”

College Conclusion

Attending a course amidst a selection of people one is unfamiliar with can seem a deal daunting, although as the phrase goes, “Strangers are only friends we have yet to meet” - soon we were strangers no more. A happy band of brothers and sisters committed to the cause of conviction within a state of Union.
A compilation of gender, sex and faith, our cosmopolitan mix of ingredients stirred by our tutor Vicky, showed as well as being a fine educator, she had the creative skills of a fine barmaid able to blend an enjoyable cocktail whilst also capable to extinguish any flames of discontent in an appropriate manner.
It took me back to my schooldays, happy delight and teachings anew, all that was missing was the uniform, maybe that’s another story?
Leading the way were the NWAS boys, soon establishing themselves upon the naughty table.
Whilst Dave the younger tried to show a degree of restraint, it was a challenge with the twins creating mischief. Rai with his large Tuba always entertained, along with Brother Dave, they contributed with wonder their vocal delights to perform, orations of intoxication (as for the Jagerbombs – well that too is another story)
The delightful Kirsty, dazzling Dazza and Wolverine Nick along with Alex; an astute tactician against the tier of managerial strategy, ensured we were appraised on the continuing industrial actions of the PCS, more than ever a theme of relevance.
Team GMP worked in Unison in order to follow the way of the Force to “make it work”.
Paul a studious fellow, employed in the local Hostelry of Manchester fame and Andy, another musician within the group, a communicator of the community, whose straight talking ensured attention to any topic in hand, whereas for my part, I was happy to take the lead on vocal presentation – which was a reliability of time filling or should that be killing of empty space.
Also in this category group Claire represented the NHS with eloquence and passion in the causes she believed in, along with Barbara; who felt however, that being in Unison did not always show an alignment of Unite
The USDAW team adopted the mode of “tell it like it is” Akil’s choice phrases cutting straight to the chase, whilst Matt’s selection of members he surveyed, was quite a humorous though understandable decision to make.
A classroom of fellows that complemented each other, a balance of fun and conviction – I felt fortunate to be a part, a piece of a jigsaw that together was scene to behold?!?
Far too soon the course completed and the group dispersed. With hope that contact will be retained, like school or one’s last job, the intention to do so does tend in time to wane. Were it not for the social networking site that allows contact; be it electronic, to continue, then maybe? At least there is an opportunity to do so. Time will tell though, even so, whilst it lasted it was both stimulating and satisfying.

Birthday thoughts:

Yesterday it was my birthday: As I enter the next age of life’s journey, another opportunity to pause and reflect। Following a period that has seen personal disappointment, along with negative progress and process within my workplace. I feel a fresh impetus is upon me. Time; some may say belatedly, to cast off the cloak of defensive protection and replace it with a Spartan shield of resolution.
A more focused intent on future days may seem to be somewhat selfish, though one does themselves justice if they are not true to their credo.
Detachment of emotional need may hurt the heart, though who knows what can be gained when striving with conviction of character to reach the goals of one’s principles. After this weekend’s trip to the nation’s capital; where I marched with conviction with others of similar mindset, in a walk of civil disobedience. There was a sense of minor awe and excitement seeing what lots of individuals could accomplish together and for the achievement of a goal. If not the smell, then certainly there was an odour of rebellion in the air – a sense of feeling that intoxicated, it felt good.
The projection of one’s true persona of should be there for others to view and not necessarily Judge It is a trait I feel to be essential in the character of a person. Though it may well be flawed, who can justifiably say that honesty is to be criticised.
Another facet of reflection is that one considers what has been, that although time moves on, the hopes and aspiration of youth is replaced with experience and determination.
For the reality of true Hippies is that that though they may fade away, their influence in shadow will endure, ever present and to return to remind whenever there is a need.
I feel, more of an effort needed by us all to contribute to, and for a better future. I know that having one’s principles can often lead to a decrease in the number of ‘friends’ thereabouts. Still, the road to enlightenment is often a solitary one.
To hold to ones tenet becomes more important as one gets older – and “to thine self be true” a more poignant matter of consideration, and after all looking into the mirrors image should show an image of pride and not shame.
The pace of speed may change, but the wheel will always turn – "onward ever onward"

A time of Spring Equinox:

Last night whilst walking home from my local shops, I looked to the sky, my attention drawn to the size, tone of colour and enticement of our protective satellite.
Looming large and low on the horizon, the light mustard and White colour of the vision cradled by greyish cloud was a sight to behold, holding an aura of mystique that always has a particular significance for me, especially at this time of year.
Here is a time when I take leave of absence for the end and beginning of the year, to reflect upon the past period, and to consider what the future may hold.
The previous cycle; and one that has seen the end of my first age, has seen me deal with a number of issues that have tested my patience, restraint and emotional resolve.
In the past, it has been that I slipped into bouts of depressive mood and suffered under the influence of negative factors, although this time – not.
Consideration as one gets older, is that less of a fury, and more of an acceptance of those betrayers of trust of whose heart one had laid their trust and security was thought to be safe in.
They are charlatans of love, overseers that dispassionately dispose of loyalty, and those who wallow in the falsehood of friendship. They cannot help their persona however, and it is they who will have to answer in, and at their end, it is moreover a realisation of the failings and indeed misfortune of these others.
It is not to say that such acceptance is one that is done with resignation - it is alternatively an observation that requires more of awareness than concern – for the world is cosmopolitan in its make-up.
The year was not a total loss of confidence, in the belief and indeed, in the character of my fellow man. There were times of note. and those that with slight of word and generous nature who inspired with complement and encouragement. Not so strange perhaps is that in, and at times of adversity, there is a light that will always endure at these times.
From a personal viewpoint, by way of support and reliability, and in the greater sense of a universal comprehension of meaning that we all at some time seek
Added to this, is the fortitude of my ego, and a freshness of focus to overcome adversity, giving peace of mind and a calmness of contentment, this enablement will allow an improvement in mind, body and soul.
Back to the roots has always been within me, as it is within us all, and the success of the future has always relied upon the truth of the past.
Despite the lack of feminine Terra, this Green Man will tomorrow be completing the ritual of planting and trust in that from this seed, a greater future of innovation, developmental advancement and adventurous freedom will bloom from it.
For a better tomorrow, one must always be optimistic and have faith
Peace + Love – Protest + Protect – Save the Planet

SUMMER SOLSTICE 2010 (3/3)

SUMMER SOLSTICE (3 OF 3) - JUNE 23 = THE RITE OF LUNA SPIRIT
The wish of fertility around Midsummer time wouldn't be complete without many rites. Feminine youth that pick flowers to lie upon in search of a prosperous future, the burning of bonfires to celebrate the energy that the Sun provides and protection it gives along with an individual rite of passage.
My Nordic roots of memory remind me of the celebrations marking the anniversary of the dark of night on June 24th, when evil forces and witches flew through the skies in conflict. This battle points not to the unification of, though moreover the diversity of what many couple together without thinking. The flight of pagan Goddesses may not be so much literally but spiritually, few understand this - such is the legacy of ancient truth – lost in the tale of his story?
Too long a time has passed since these vixens were acclaimed as righteous daughters of nature, corrupted by the domination of a race of jealous opposition, whose goal was to oppress through physical strength. A time to acknowledge such and for the ladies of Luna to replenish their life-force energy – there will be a time of need again, and when we do their aura will need to be at it best
From Billy to you – Ritual of Luna:
(Conducted with reverence - and belief!)
Within a small seclude glade with running water nearby, in the early hours on the day when Moonlight showers its most refreshing breeze by a trio of youthful ladies.
Sons of Adam are welcome to attend though Daughters of Eve hold the strongest magic for this rite
Mode Operandi
Items of concoction with AFEW Elements: -
AIR Aromatic essence of delight (for to inhale and ingest)
FIRE Small, constructed with care – acknowledge astral energy
EARTH Fruits of the forest, (selected) Flora and fauna, Terra firma
WATER Purified liquid (in which to cleanse the engrained dirt of past misfortune) Along with the essence that candles bring, musical accompaniment is often best served by natural method that is vocal chant and or home-made instruments of simple tones
it is vital to create the right degree of ambience to attain the fullest of outcome.
Actions: Dance, movement freedom from inhibitions
Words: Research the word spell for such have strength, influence and power
Invocation: to the focus of particular God/Goddess of choice
Tunes: Softly sung verse of praise
Chants: Mantra of unified and measured tempo
Harmony: Sharing of physical and spirit
Ø Conducted with reverence and belief

- Remember that is no easy to achieve nirvana
The celebration of ancient times ritually performed to sway Mother Nature for a fruitful harvest may be.
I’m thankful to have experienced such a festivity. Sombre in practice, euphoric in intensity and lasting in memory
Though whilst the celebrations are uplifting and growth is the word of the day, one is also mindful of the balance that remains.
The Sun finishes it glorious luminosity, the seasons stir ... and the wheel turns
* Peace + Love - Save the Planet *

SUMMER SOSTICE 2010 (2/3)

SUMMER SOLSTICE (2 OF 3) - JUNE 22 = THE LOST STRENGTH OF LORE
The time when reflection combines both spiritually and mentally thanks to the herbal intoxication of lore. When the rites of near lost traditions, enable one to experience both visual and physical pleasure.
Once upon a long ago in a land of fairytale, where spirits roamed in liberty and in harmonious melody with nature, the dragons and the unicorns were known throughout the land. Green fields, Blue skies, clear rivers and Mountains shining with the twinkling of Golden horizon.
Elfin sprites appear out of the corner of the eye with magical sparkle and a glimpse of an otherworldly place can be seen if one opens their mind and embraces the best of imaginative dreams. Though many are blinded by a reality of convention, surely this is a time to expand one’s vision of the mind and realise that so many achievements come from an inspiration that cannot be described.
Times of lore point to strength from within, we need to see beyond the normality and reality of modern day. Escaping to the realms of fantasy should not be dispelled with ridicule, though embraced with enthusiasm though maybe it could do with a bit of help?
From Billy to you - Wiccan Meal of Strength:
(Traditional and Timeless)
Rømmegrøt (Sour Cream Porridge)
This is often served with cured meats and flatbread (crisp bread) - this recipe serves 4
Ingredients 1 pint thick sour cream 12 tablespoons flour 1 pint milk Salt Preparation and creation
Boil the sour cream, covered, for 2 minutes. Add half of the flour and stir carefully to bring the butter to the surface. Skim it off, reserve it and keep it warm.Stir in the rest of the flour and add the milk. Simmer the porridge for 5-6 minutes. Season to taste with salt
(If one prefers a slightly tangy sour flavor, half of the milk added may be sour milk).Sour cream porridge is eaten sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon and with the reserved warm melted butter. Some people also like to add raisins on top. Red juice, such as raspberry or currant, is usually served with the porridge.

(Photo courtesy of Tine www JARLSBERG )
Enjoy
* Peace + Love - Save the Planet *

SUMMER SOLSTICE 2010:

SUMMER SOLSTICE: The Midsummer period. Some say the hub of the year, the time when the sun is at his maximum elevation, when the strength of Fires power is at its Strongest
SUMMER SOLSTICE (1 OF 3) - JUNE 21 = THE LONGEST DAY
This time of year see the Summer solstice arrive again। The longest day of the year allows the Sun to shine to its most illuminating. For Mother Nature to glow at her brightest and give an opportunity to ingest the warmth of Earths star. Strolling through and within one’s woodland of choice, gives a comfort that can be enthralling - if one believes.
To bask in such glory is a pleasure that does not necessitate company, though if experienced with others can be a joy unreserved. Like with trouble, sharing such exuberance can be euphoric. Finding a soul-mate within a world of such unity is something that we all search for- maybe we need a bit of help along the way. The assembly of items that enable the luxury of enjoyment are perhaps best left to those who know by the feel, the right elements that provide such a brew of distinction.
For those who gather ingredients to create recipes of herbal refreshment, it is a time when such potions are at their most potent. It is a time of refreshment and reinvigoration, such concoctions should be embraced. Midsummer is the acme of our sunshine (in spirit if not radiance) and shows the way for those most attuned – I desire and am happy to be of such persuasion.
I would like to think that it is within us all though as time passes I feel moreover that the illumination of realisation may be limited to the few.
At this period, and beyond, the blessing of Wicca is for all
From Billy to you - Wiccan Blessing:
Shine bright the Sun - with power glow
A solar dance - a Grandeur show
To cleanse us from the dirt of past,
To freshen us – with love that lasts
Nature’s beauty so liberatesAnd though conviction a deserving fate




(Never underestimating that whiTch you do not know)
* Peace + Love - Save the Planet *

Standing up for ones principles:

Standing alone, at times ridiculed, and left ‘on the hill’ is oft a place I find myself - though better to be in defiant solitude than joining others in ignorance on the road to despair. Being the lone voice in a world without compassion, understanding and imagination is however a necessary burden. The hopes and aspirations of the dreamers and creative thinkers can be either simple or outlandish but still, of relevant importance. It’s sad that to note that many feel the need to challenge, if not destroy their input.
Those conformists that wish to lead into a convenient zone of normality because of their own agenda are at best a sad indictment of the day, and at worst something more sinister.
Life needs continual fresh and young (minded) folk of World Wide opinion and expression. Intellect and profound thought can be any, if not everywhere, and any contribution is worthy; for its perspective on issues current, former and of the things to come.
One of the World’s most undervalued resources is its people. Their views are a necessary and indeed essential requisite of our development. Too often prophets have been overlooked, ignored and disregarded by the few ‘for the better good of the masses’ – and done so without consultation. It is those same people however, who have ideas outside the box that should be encouraged, explored and embraced.
Continuous Personal Development is a word associated with academic advancement - though I believe we all have things to gain from the new; ideas, theories and beliefs along with conviction of conscience are values to aspire to. So stand for your principles like a Ram and not (blindly) follow like a sheep, I feel is an important principle against such adversity (or is that just me being an Arien?) <>

OLD AND ANEW

SAMHAIN: The last festival of the wheel – A time of ending / beginning, moments to reflect upon and appreciate accomplishments. When the world of shadow merges with an illumination in twilight vision.
The wheel turns, and seasonal change is upon us। Once more I feel a calling from within - strong is the pull of Luna at this time for me it seems. An occasion of non-calendar for those who comply with what is deemed as ‘normality’, though for us others, it is an event to be observed with reverence. It’s a time to honour our ancestors (some of whom have had their achievements confined to the back pages of ‘his’ story). To ponder upon with respect and look forward positively, continuing to further develop their ideals.
In recent times, lore has been taken over by commercialisation and events diluted by those non-believers, who for reason of greed (or maybe fear) wish to take ownership of it – how wrong! Mothers’ timepiece transcends mere mortal time.
It is indeed, a Magical period, when the veil separating the physical plane and spiritual realms is at its strongest; that is, to those who wish to feel such connection and can attune themselves to the mystical visions of the shadows.
I enjoy the embrace of the karma that is always around, especially at this period. As I do so, I see the spectres of guidance with greater clarity.
Those that; primarily, dwell within the nightfall hours are the true ghosts of another dimension. Usually visiting in the fleeting moments of twilight to pass on the messages, warnings and/or forecasts of what may/or will occur, such visitations deserve note.
Readings of Rune and/or the Tarot too are particularity accurate at this time, as such I feel they are to be mindfully considered, for divination is an Art which most fail to use and be mindful of - we discount the ancient fear of evil with dubious confidence; for little do we know of this. The marking of this period has been with us throughout the eras, but in recent times the ‘event’ is of less fear, more laughter, games, pranks, decoration, costume and celebration. Like other such dates, a lack of comprehension or lackadaisical attitude has seen it lose its’ true significance. I believe that whilst it can be understandable to don the disguise of the self in order to reduce such trepidation and terror, it belittles truth. In this 24/7 – NOW! World; that we currently inhabit, we have lost our focus - Do not be fooled, the balance of power is continually disputed; lose the ancient senses, and we will no longer be able to pass the baton of ultra-existence to our children.
We must remember to pass such on, lest we lose what lore we strain to retain, and it becomes in time, the unknown. Those who condemn the rituals of tradition as fool hardy, are those who fail to understand and appreciate the density of truth - easy to condemn than comprehend it seems, so much for tolerance then? I will by laying an extra place at the dinner table for those who have passed over to the Summerland’s, for our yesterdays are the foundations of which we are fortunate to had advanced from, sacrifices were/are for a reason. We should contemplate, be conscious of more, if not all that is around us and realise that we are fortunate to live upon a planet that gives so much - if only people would be as giving and tolerant.
We ought to recognise we all have a part to play in the eternal cycle of life and at least agree that wheels do turn, and the continuation of a journey forever is always PAST, Present and/to Future.
It is a much smoother ride if we remember those six profound words of wisdom, * Peace + Love ~ Save the Planet *

HIPPIE – (me)

I think of myself as a Hippie–your opinion is noted for sure,
No I’m not lazy or dirty or weird–and I know not if there is a cure,
I live my life as I do wish to–you may not be my number 1 fan,
But I have my beliefs and my feelings–allow me them, if you so can.
Peace, Justice + freedom are uppermost–are thoughts that I have in my head,
I’m not for oppression and violence–though my opinion, I feel, must be said,
Whether sat in a crowd, or solo meditate–I discus or we think all alone,
I am my own man, I am a singular–I am not a society clone.
I wish to see harmony general–and that love will obliterate hate,
I want to see peoples united-and that they celebrate peace with their mate,
The end of my quest, it is distant–and may be an impossible goal,
Regardless, I’ll continue, endeavour–to attain inner peace in my soul.
Don’t mock as I sit with my flowers–cut out all those jibes at my dress,
Don’t treat me with contempt and with fury–it’s the World that is sat in a mess.
I know I annoy you with questions-I know that you wish me away,
But I’m here to stay, and I promise–if you listen you’ll realise one day,
I am not full of hot air and rubbish–there are remedies to be found,
But we must work together, as comrades–and calculate ideas that are sound,
If you don’t and persist so to shun me – don’t take in the things that I say,
I’ll sympathise and continue to irritate–and always will remain me this way

Help In Producing Peaceful Individual Existence
Children are the future - "teach them well and they will bloom like radiant flowers" * Peace + Love ~ Save the Planet *

Passing On

When a loved one leaves us, passing on and over into that which is beyond, it is only natural that we feel the deep hurting that such a loss brings with it, for it is that space which is left, that there lies a void nigh impossible to fill. The deep wounding at the moment in time cannot be truly felt by any but the individual themselves, and no matter how genuine and sincere the sentiments are, few words can fully repair the heart. It is down to those that remain, to provide a stability of support to those who feel such pain. Whilst the grieving process can take different forms, I am quite sure that it is with ‘happy thoughts’ rather than regret, that those who loved and were loved wish to be remembered, and is important to keep hold of those memories with cherished positivity.
Even in a comparatively short period, one can make a connection with someone who can inspire so much and able to strike up an immediate and mutual friendship, regardless of age, sex or ...language!
I am confident that those whom we have made such a connection with, will always be there for all those who cared, and even if it is in the shadow-world of semi-focus, that with regular positive recollection of the new Angel of spiritual guidance, they will ensure that their aura will forever remain in the heart and minds of all who either knew, or knew of them, and bear part of the burden when the agents of darkness conspires against one.
Special people are so, not necessarily because of the explosive impact that they make upon specific instances, but moreover it is because of their consistency। Those, who with a steadfast character of reliability, confidence and trust; along with a support through adversity, will always shine. Such qualities emanate from an inner soul that is based on conviction of conscience. In the short time that you know certain people, there can be such a connection that inspires such confidence – so even when the passing on process does occur, it is also a passing over into a new realm of dimension – and their spirit will be there always.
Champagne and strawberries are indeed nice, though most of the time you can’t beat, a pint...and a Pork pie!

“Because I only turn 21 twice (?)”

It’s that time again! Rather typical that my second bundle of joy (and fun?!) believes that any day with a “Y” in it has a case for celebration. With the arrival of her 22nd Birthday, well there’s even more of a reason.
My little girl, back from her transatlantic travels (for now) has taken little time in making her arrangements for a themed party, at my house – I guess I am invited (?) well Dad will be needed - another day of tidying up awaits
“Charlie”: or “Ice”: for she is so chilled (?!) ’ has always had the ability to mix in with many and bring a good deal of laughter to those with whom she acquaints. Like her big sister, she also believes in the fulfilment of the 24/7 modern day lifestyles, though is also measured in her actions and careful in her sensibility.
She can sleep-in with the best, but is wide-awake and sparkles into life when the glasses chink and the music starts to play. Unlike, her big sis (and more like Bono) however, she doesn’t seem to have found what she’s looking for, though in the meantime, believes life is for living and its’ next great adventure lies over the next hill; ‘onward ever onward’ or, is it “to infinity, and beyond”?
A sensitive girl (in hiding?) she has always enjoyed expressing her persona and more like ‘Party’ than ‘Barbie’ is looking to take her adventures even further a field (look out Oz!) It is pleasing to know that she (and sis!) encompasses such spirit and drive, that if not to dramatically change the World, then to make their mark upon it – with enthusiastic boldness and confidence.
Well with the weekends’ beano drawing nearer, looks like the preparations begin today, for in the words of that infamous colour ‘Pink’, I suppose the party had better get started (ooh eer!)