| So I made a t-shirt |
[Nov. 23rd, 2007|06:30 am] |
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| | Lou Gramm - Lost in the Shadows (Lost Boys Soundtrack) | ] |
The image is of Nosferatu. The caption reads "I'm bringing creepy back" in drippy gothic lettering. You can have a closer look at the store.
Support a struggling artist! Buy it here! |
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| I'd feel bad if I didn't give somebody some candy |
[Nov. 1st, 2007|06:52 am] |
There you go. Happy Halloween. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2007|09:44 am] |
If you comment on this post, I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
I took time out from attempting to punch the Tao to answer the following for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jackshoegazer:
Abbots Bromley Horn Dance: The do a folk dance in Abbot's Bromley in England that involves holding stag antlers over their heads. Nobody knows how old the dance is but the actual antlers they use have been dating to the 11th century. The tune sounds very haunting and pagan in a morris-dancing sort of a way.
Boomshanka: This was defined by the character Neil on The Young Ones as "May the seed of your loins grow fruitful in the belly of your woman."
Hildegard of Bingen: An Rhineland mystic who has been underestimated for a long time but is making a comeback. Her thoughts on viriditas remind me a lot of how I see Early Christianity when religion was still closely tied to nature among the recently converted Europeans. It's God's "greening power" as opposed to the "dryness" and infertility (in a creative sense) of sin.
Hookers for Jesus: AKA Flirty Fishers - "Hookers for Jesus" was a nickname for the Children of God, who used prostitution to spread the word of Jesus back in the 60's and 70's.
Riding on a goosie: What Jacobites do when they meet a hooker for jesus. Actually, a line from the strange Jacobite song Cam Ye O'er Frae France, alluding to King George I visiting a brothel. I understand "goose" was one of the French animal-nicknames for prostitutes at the time. Like "putain" still is. Another interpretation is that his mistress was nicknamed "goosie".
Cam ye o'er frae France?
Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps
And his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place
Ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace
Riding on a goosie?
Geordie he's a man
There is little doubt o't;
He's done a' he can
Wha can do without it?
Down there came a blade
Linkin' like my lordie;
He wad drive a trade
At the loom o' Geordie.
Though the claith were bad,
Blythly may we niffer;
Gin we get a wab,
It makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid,
Bannet, belt and swordie,
Ha's and mailins braid --
But we hae a Geordie!
Jocky's gane to France,
And Montgomery's lady;
There they'll learn to dance:
Madame, are ye ready?
They'll be back belyue
Belted, brisk and lordly;
Brawly may they thrive
To dance a jig wi' Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don!
Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John,
And his Highland Quorum!
Mony a sword and lance
Swings at Highland hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance
O'er the bum o' Geordie!
Taliesin: More people should read his poetry. Some of which may have been actually written by the historical Taliesin in the 6th century. He is sometimes described as Merlin's mentor. While John Matthews' scholarship sucks ass, his book on "Shamanic mysteries of Britain" (as if there ever was such a thing per se) is a good introduction to the mysteries described in Taliesin's poems.
Yggdrasil: Odin is my home boy. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2007|05:19 pm] |
The Dance
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiralling down into the ache within the ache.
And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall,
to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle
not to change the world, but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer |
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| Riding on a goosie |
[Oct. 2nd, 2007|10:40 am] |
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The present is embodied in Hexagram 53 - Chien (Gradual Progress): We see the marriage of a young lady, and the good fortune attending it. There will be advantage in being firm and correct.
The first (bottommost) line, divided, shows the wild geese gradually approaching the shore. A young officer in similar circumstances will be in a position of danger, and be spoken against, but there will be no error.
The second line, divided, shows the geese gradually approaching the large rocks, where they eat and drink joyfully and at ease. There will be good fortune.
The fifth line, undivided, shows the geese gradually advanced to the high mound. It suggests a wife who for three years does not become pregnant, but in the end the natural issue cannot be prevented. There will be good fortune.
The sixth line, undivided, shows the geese gradually advanced to the large heights beyond. Their feathers can be used as ornaments. There will be good fortune.
The situation is changing rapidly, but neither Yin (the passive feminine force) nor Yang (the active masculine force) is gaining ground.
The future is embodied in Hexagram 11 - T'ai (Peace): We see the lesser gone and greatness come upon us. There will be good fortune, with progress and success.
The things most apparent, those above and in front, are embodied by the upper trigram Sun (Wind), which is transforming into K'un (Earth). As part of this process, penetration and following are giving way to docility and receptivity.
The things least apparent, those below and behind, are embodied by the lower trigram Ken (Mountain), which is transforming into Chi'en (Heaven). As part of this process, stillness and obstruction are giving way to strength and creativity.
A little googling reveals the goose to be a chinese symbol of a blissful marriage... |
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| This is just wrong |
[Oct. 2nd, 2007|10:30 am] |
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|03:33 pm] |
(laffs via the pentagram-painted vonjunzt)
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| Baaa |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|01:34 pm] |
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| The Great Man |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|07:06 am] |
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From an I Ching newsletter answering the question "who is 'the great man'"
The great person (who can also be female! ;) ) is someone who has the vision and strength of character to attain whatever goal or ideal the reading is about, and to help and guide you to do the same. So, who is this, and how do you go about 'seeing' them?
It might be a professional - in hexagram 6, for instance, it might be a counsellor, someone whose perspective rises higher than 'I'm right, so you must be wrong'. In hexagram 45, I think it is a visionary who can see beyond present circumstances, and understands the need for great sacrifices to invest in the future. (Wu Jing Nuan actually suggests the 'great people' are diviners.) It might be a friend or mentor, or the author of a helpful book, or just someone whose patterns of life you can model yourself on. (Sometimes you may need to cultivate your vision of the 'greatness' hidden in another person!)
But if you think about it, you still have to recognise and decide who represents that particular 'greatness' you are aspiring to. In fact, you can only recognise them because their image is already inside you. The great person is your highest self. So while at times you may be so caught up in circumstances that you really need external help, sometimes it is possible to take a shortcut: to go direct to your own inner knowledge, rather than looking for its image in the outside world. |
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|05:54 am] |
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You know that Rider-Waite tarot card with The Fool looking up at the clouds with a flower in his hand as he walks over the top of a cliff?
Don't you hate it when you realise it's YOU? |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|02:01 pm] |
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Oh and a warm welcome aboard to the lovely bandersnatchi, an old friend who I've re-established contact with after 4 years. |
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| Horslips - Charolais |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|08:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Horslips - The Tain | ] |
At this point I would like to apologise to anyone reading this who can't stand continually being bombarded with lyrics posts. I'll get over it. Promise. This is from the Horslips album "The Tain" - featuring music based of course on the the Táin Bó Chuailgne or "Cattle Raid of Cooley".
Her words were sharp; they cut him deep,
In a war between the sheets.
But when he brought his bull to her
It meant a woman making war
Beyond the eiderdown.
The druids read the smoke and sand;
Told her that she would love again.
The rhythms from the wolfskin drums
Called men to war in hide and bronze.
This goddess wore a crown.
Charolais, charolais -
we are come for you today.
The champions and the Seven Sons are
come to take away the Donn
But the Fairy Child knew more;
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives and manly sons |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|08:33 am] |
Her hair it was three-quarters long
and the colour it was yellow
She wrapped it 'round her neck so small
and took her life on Yarrow
(This variant reminds me somewhat of Porphyria's Lover) |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|08:18 am] |
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| | Alaistar McDonald - Tam Lin | ] |
She met him by a grassy knoll
He's kissed her tenderly
He's laid her low among the flowers
No more a maid is she |
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[Sep. 29th, 2007|03:25 pm] |
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When you assume you make an ass of u and me. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2007|12:42 pm] |
The other kuji-kiri made you tired, too, remember?
It also brought up a little emotion junk.
Don't worry about it. Once you get used to it these side effects cease. |
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| KISS THE GOAT! |
[Sep. 29th, 2007|09:29 am] |
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That's all. Just kiss the goat. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2007|08:27 am] |
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Cuisle mo croidhe: so that's how you spell "cushla macree". I really don't get that weird Gaelic spelling. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2007|07:14 am] |
The present is embodied in Hexagram 39 - Chien (Obstruction): Advantage will be found in the southwest, and the contrary in the northeast. It will be advantageous to meet with the great man. With firmness and correctness, there will be good fortune.
The third line, undivided, shows its subject advancing, but only to greater difficulties. He remains stationary, and returns to his former associates.
The situation is evolving slowly, and Yin (the passive feminine force) is gaining ground.
The future is embodied in Hexagram 8 - Pi (Union): There is good fortune, but let him reexamine himself. Let him divine whether his virtue be great, unremitting, and firm. If it be so, there will be no error. Those who have not rested will then come to him. With those who are too late in coming, it will be ill.
The things most apparent, those above and in front, are embodied by the upper trigram K'an (Water), which represents danger and the unknown.
The things least apparent, those below and behind, are embodied by the lower trigram Ken (Mountain), which is transforming into K'un (Earth). As part of this process, stillness and obstruction are giving way to docility and receptivity. |
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