Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 24
Sign: Leo
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November 27, 2008 - Thursday
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This is a wonderful move I love; it is great to watch with someone you love. This movie also adheres' to a few pagan beliefs' such as the ability to reincarnate, the Summerland, ones' visage in the after life, building of your personal 'heaven' in the afterlife by thought, and the basic idea (which not all pagan's adhere to , but some do) of what happens to suicides, and dark souls.(Although we do not believe in hell per say) It's a great movie to have someone watch if they are curious about pagan belief's in what happens to one's soul in the afterlife and how heaven connects into all of this. (Which not all will agree about that) But when dealing with Christian friends, family etc. I find visual learning is a lot easier than text and words sometimes... Enjoy and Blessed Be to you.... :) PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN PART ELEVEN
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November 18, 2008 - Tuesday
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So, me and Luis got back from Texas today. I forgot how nice texas is! I know some people disagree but I just love the open sky, the wooded areas, and the upkept area. (We leave near-houston) So, in my other blog I explained WHY, So I guess I get to the How and What of it. Luis, Samantha and I are moveing basiclly , as fast as we can pack the house, We plan to be here no longer than two weeks, but I think i can get it done faster than that. Ofcourse if i'm on myspace it wont happen! LOL So, that is in the works ASAP, I have my wonderful bestie Sara helping me out with boxes and packing. Luis' dad and mom, have a house down the street almost from my parents house in humble, the house is empty now, and they were trying to sell it, it's worth about $200,000 and texas is the only state where you can get the largest about of Square feet for the lowest amount of money. SO , as you can guess texas homes are huggggge. Which means just a better place to live! (Check the photos I added in my Family Time section to see pics of both houses) Luis is planning on working some for his dad , and starting his own thing, he does best when he goes out and works, the home life-dad wasnt working for him. I'm trusting in the Goddess (as I always do) to lead him to the way he needs to be , to provide. Me on the other hand.... I know your wondering what it is i'm going to do. Well, i'm not going to dance. ....ever.... In fact you may have noticed, i have no more pole pictures up, or pretty much anything to do with it. The youtube link is gone from my myspace as well. And the pole was sold from my home. I'm not going to persue tattooing, i'm not going to explain my modivation on that. So you might be wondering.... what are you going to do? I'm going to start my own website with a complete gallery of my artwork, I'm going to start from scratch almost, and completely paint from my own ideas. It's going to be a website close to this one: (I HOPE!) www.enchanted-art.comI want to have prints, mugs, posters, yard stakes, figureings etc. But i have to get the distribuators to take on my art. That will be a job in of itself. Along with constant painting. The theme for my artwork is going to be completely pagan/wiccan/goddess based. It will mainly focus on rituals, images and anything Goddess related. I want the pagan person to see the art and say "I feel the image and greatness of the Goddess in this painting" I have several different ideas, and a unique image i'm trying to create and go for. When I've gathered enough artwork, I'm going to completely re-design my myspace and have it be a promotion for my art. As well as a meet-up group I would like to start in Humble, after some time ofcourse... I would like to start a meet-up group for wiccans/pagans in humble, since the largest is in the city. Though all of this, my main focus will be my spiritual growth. I'm going to read and practice more. I want to be able to have a special time every day for myself and the Goddess, as I did when I first started my journey. So far, that is the plan. It may seem a little crazy, but right now, I think it is the 2nd best choise I ever made in my life... The first being, decideing to forgo what I wanted in exchange for haveing my daughter.
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November 16, 2008 - Sunday
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The other day I was rummaging though my parents books, and found a Christian book called 'The glorious journey' by Charles Stanley. While flipping though to see what words of insight and motivation it offered to the Christian follower, I found a section all to it's own titled 'New Age Movement'. Now, knowing that i should probably just put away the book and keep in mind that it would sow words of ignorance, I read it's section anyway. I was totally disgusted by what I read. Not, only it just try to set my religion on fire, but it added gasoline and oil to just make it burn that much harder. In the first paragraph, it says "Whatever works for the particular person involved is usually the bottom line" By saying this, the author is trying to imply that our system of religon and ethics has no basis of repercussion for deeds and actions. Paganism and Wicca teaches an umbrella of several different notions that would enable one to lead a healthy life. Karma, the law of three, "What you send out will come back three fold" and the notion of "what comes around goes around" and the most prominent basis, spiritual advancement are all tools for keeping one grounded and ethically sound. We as humans can never really decide what is truly sin in God's or the Goddesses eyes. The 10 commandments say strictly 'Thou shall not kill' but humans butcher animals everyday in grotesques horror movie ways in the name of fast food chains. We forgive the woman who guts her rapist.
Paganism and Wicca teaches, "Your life might be hard, you will face challenges, how you deal with these will determine if this lifetime you chose was the best possible way you could have handled it, and if this lifetime you suffered on earth was worth your time away from God and the Goddess. Was it? Or did you fail? Do you need to repeat these same situations, life styles and habits again until you can conquer?"
Another Disturbing sentence I encountered in this book was "To those who hold firmly to the New Age beliefs, God is a force rather than a personal being." This really blew me away. So who is this man, this physic, to tell me how I feel my relationship with deity?
In Paganism and Wicca, God and the Goddess are very personal beings, we call them, bow to them, send offerings, speak, chant, dance in their names, invoke their presence into our sacred space of worship. I spent 12 years as a Christian, and never truly felt the presence of deity, the jubilation of being loved by God and the Goddess until I was a pagan.
While the main point and constant reminder the author points out is this quote "The New Age thinker quickly points out the belief in a system that allows a person to go though this life without too much worry because of getting another chance!"
Well, lets not fret then, Hindu and Buddhists are just as ignorant as us New Agers, for believing in multiple lives. Just dispel the tireless devotion these religions have shown no matter the time, day, hour or moment. Reincarnation has many different aspects under its religions who profess it. In the Wiccan, Pagan belief, we adhere to a challenging life we overcome by meeting the obstacles while spiritually advancing our souls, furthering our personal relationship with God and the Goddess. When our life ends we enter the great perfection that is afterlife, in the Pagan , Wiccan belief system, although we are diverse in this, many believe this is a place where all souls reside, this is the true life. While now, the "living" are the walking dead. In the afterlife, we chose our appearance, our souls "gender" and whom we chose to communicate with rather it be souls from this lifetime or times before. We are in "heaven" here. But here we are not further advancing our souls development, we cannot "learn" because there are no challenges. To take on a lifetime on earth would be the greatest challenge, and the greatest accomplishment.
Take this into consideration;
Christians believe abortion is a sin because the soul is already residing in the fetus.
Consider, how many thousands of abortions are done every single day.
Consider then, how many souls have just wasted their "life" and have none.
Then, if you may say "this world is cruel, they are better off in heaven".
Consider, then what was the point in the souls creation, if not to have gained personal spiritual advancement. Then you might say they need a second chance, if that is so, God and the Goddess are ultimate in their knowledge and supreme perfect circle of the cosmos. They always make a "fair". If that is so, and a daughter or son who died when they were one, twelve or even twenty, can have another ability to further their spiritual advancement on earth, where is the "sin" and ignorance in this belief? Would it not seem like God has made a mistake or "glitch in the system" if there was none?
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November 12, 2008 - Wednesday
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For anyone that has been mildly curious as to my whereabouts, I figured I would explain what has been going on... Once In every great while there are those who are not very good at makeing major choises at a sudden moment, This is where the power of the great Goddess comes into play, and she allows a message to be sent as what should be done. Sometime it comes in a very subtle way, quitly as a flower falling before your feet, or sometimes it comes rolling out like thunder about to strike you in the ass! For me, she let me know loud and clear. Those who worship her know, one thing about the Goddess is, 'She always provides, when most in need' and she will let you know. This is what she did for me. While in Georgia i went down many wrong side paths, dabbleing off into a woods with emptyness, carrying a burden of a life that made me feel emotionless and careless. Negitivity resides in a place for a long while, once you enter one such place, you could carry it's memories , thoughts, and emotions around you for weeks or months. This is what danceing made me feel- nothing. Here are a few quotes that explain how I felt during this time:
"It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses."
"Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing."
"Grief is a species of idleness"
Spiritual advancement is the reason of life. Agree or Disagree. - Disagree and tell me what it is...? To raise children? To complete a rewarding career? To Love? I think my statement can not be contended. Therefore, if one is not working toward this, they only live half a life. The physcial half- that rots and dies. The soul is idle and unfulfilled. I was liveing half a life, I was the walking dead. In my stagnant moment, my soul was crying in its sleep. I decided then I could not live this life, the only way to un-do the damage, to live again, was to move somewhere else, move to the source of where the Goddess want's to take me. And she decided that place was my home town in Texas. Thankfully to her, and Luis' father we will have someplace to start fresh. So we are completeing the cycle. Before Yule/Christmas season we will have left Georgia entirely and moved to Humble, TX. That stated, most likely we will not ever go back to reside in Georgia. There were many chances in Georgia to make money, to make a name for yourself, but in that place i was a shell. This week I have been more excited about our new found life than any, I remember the first day I took my cross off and put on a pentacle. I was just born, my soul woke up. I again, am a 'born again' Pagan/Goddess worshipper. Not only will I speak her name- But I will Live it.

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August 31, 2006 - Thursday
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"Little dreams in my brain, where do you go when I'm away Follow me when I'm awake, Dont be scared, enlighten me during the day. Frustration and toxin dance around me, Infested like roaches and abound here. Turn away queens of fools, you are never anything special or new. Thinking grow and ripe of know, simply lost without hope. Dont invade my little home let your words drift away like your memories of the night. I will stay burning and bright. Able to sheild my loves from temtation Remembering every beautiful sensation. Little me always here, holding my hope for you in my hands near. The midnight sky will carry my soul abound, Say your explainations and let the wind disolve them away. These my words is what i say. "
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April 4, 2006 - Tuesday
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A great piece written more than 100 years ago
Why I Am Pagan by Zitkala-Sa (Gertrude Bonnin) 1876-1938 Written in 1902.  When the spirit swells my breast I love to roam leisurely among the green hills; or sometimes, sitting on the brink of the murmuring Missouri, I marvel at the great blue overhead. With half closed eyes I watch the huge cloud shadows in their noiseless play upon the high bluffs opposite me, while into my ear ripple the sweet, soft cadences of the river's song. Folded hands lie in my lap, for the time forgot. My heart and I lie small upon the earth like a grain of throbbing sand. Drifting clouds and tinkling waters, together with the warmth of a genial summer day, bespeak with eloquence the loving Mystery round about us. During the idle while I sat upon the sunny river brink, I grew somewhat, though my response be not so clearly manifest as in the green grass fringing the edge of the high bluff back of me. At length retracing the uncertain footpath scaling the precipitous embankment, I seek the level lands where grow the wild prairie flowers. And they, the lovely little folk, soothe my soul with their perfumed breath. Their quaint round faces of varied hue convince the heart which leaps with glad surprise that they, too, are living symbols of omnipotent thought. With a child's eager eye I drink in the myriad star shapes wrought in luxuriant color upon the green. Beautiful is the spiritual essence they embody. I leave them nodding in the breeze, but take along with me their impress upon my heart. I pause to rest me upon a rock embedded on the side of a foothill facing the low river bottom. Here the Stone-Boy, of whom the American aborigine tells, frolics about, shooting his baby arrows and shouting aloud with glee at the tiny shafts of lightning that flash from the flying arrow-beaks. What an ideal warrior he became, baffling the siege of the pests of all the land till he triumphed over their united attack. And here he lay,--Inyan our great-great-grandfather, older than the hill he rested on, older than the race of men who love to tell of his wonderful career. Interwoven with the thread of this Indian legend of the rock, I fain would trace a subtle knowledge of the native folk which enabled them to recognize a kinship to any and all parts of this vast universe. By the leading of an ancient trail I move toward the Indian village. With the strong, happy sense that both great and small are so surely enfolded in His magnitude that, without a miss, each has his allotted individual ground of opportunities, I am buoyant with good nature. Yellow Breast, swaying upon the slender stem of a wild sunflower, warbles a sweet assurance of this as I pass near by. Breaking off the clear crystal song, he turns his wee head from side to side eyeing me wisely as slowly I plod with moccasined feet. Then again he yields himself to his song of joy. Flit, flit hither and yon, he fills the summer sky with his swift, sweet melody. And truly does it seem his vigorous freedom lies more in his little spirit than in his wing.  With these thoughts I reach the log cabin whither I am strongly drawn by the tie of a child to an aged mother. Out bounds my four-footed friend to meet me, frisking about my path with unmistakable delight. Chn is a black shaggy dog, "a thorough bred little mongrel" of whom I am very fond. Chn seems to understand many words in Sioux, and will go to her mat even when I whisper the word, though generally I think she is guided by the tone of the voice. Often she tries to imitate the sliding inflection and long drawn out voice to the amusement of our guests, but her articulation is quite beyond my ear. In both my hands I hold her shaggy head and gaze into her large brown eyes. At once the dilated pupils contract into tiny black dots, as if the roguish spirit within would evade my questioning. Finally resuming the chair at my desk I feel in keen sympathy with my fellow creatures, for I seem to see clearly again that all are akin. The racial lines, which once were bitterly real, now serve nothing more than marking out a living mosaic of human beings. And even here men of the same color are like the ivory keys of one instrument where each resembles all the rest, yet varies from them in pitch and quality of voice. And those creatures who are for a time mere echoes of another's note are not unlike the fable of the thin sick man whose distorted shadow, dressed like a real creature, came to the old master to make him follow as a shadow. Thus with a compassion for all echoes in human guise, I greet the solemn-faced "native preacher" whom I find awaiting me. I listen with respect for God's creature, though he mouth most strangely the jangling phrases of a bigoted creed. As our tribe is one large family, where every person is related to all the others, he addressed me:-- "Cousin, I came from the morning church service to talk with you." "Yes?" I said interrogatively, as he paused for some word from me. Shifting uneasily about in the straight-backed chair he sat upon, he began: "Every holy day (Sunday) I look about our little God's house, and not seeing you there, I am disappointed. This is why I come to-day. Cousin, as I watch you from afar, I see no unbecoming behavior and hear only good reports of you, which all the more burns me with the wish that you were a church member. Cousin, I was taught long years ago by kind missionaries to read the holy book. These godly men taught me also the folly of our old beliefs. "There is one God who gives reward or punishment to the race of dead men. In the upper region the Christian dead are gathered in unceasing song and prayer. In the deep pit below, the sinful ones dance in torturing flames. "Think upon these things, my cousin, and choose now to avoid the after-doom of hell fire!" Then followed a long silence in which he clasped tighter and unclasped again his interlocked fingers. Like instantaneous lightning flashes came pictures of my own mother's making, for she, too, is now a follower of the new superstition. "Knocking out the chinking of our log cabin, some evil hand thrust in a burning taper of braided dry grass, but failed of his intent, for the fire died out and the half burned brand fell inward to the floor. Directly above it, on a shelf, lay the holy book. This is what we found after our return from a several days' visit. Surely some great power is hid in the sacred book!" Brushing away from my eyes many like pictures, I offered midday meal to the converted Indian sitting wordless and with downcast face. No sooner had he risen from the table with "Cousin, I have relished it," than the church bell rang. Thither he hurried forth with his afternoon sermon. I watched him as he hastened along, his eyes bent fast upon the dusty road till he disappeared at the end of a quarter of a mile. The little incident recalled to mind the copy of a missionary paper brought to my notice a few days ago, in which a "Christian" pugilist commented upon a recent article of mine, grossly perverting the spirit of my pen. Still I would not forget that the pale-faced missionary and the hoodooed aborigine are both God's creatures, though small indeed their own conceptions of Infinite Love. A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. If this is Paganism, then at present, at least, I am a Pagan.
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February 24, 2006 - Friday
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(please none of my christian friends get offended by this, i just think its funny because in most cases its true, and growing up around a totally christian community i really know what they are talking about here lol)
TOP 10 SIGNS YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN
10- You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of your god.
9- You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from lesser life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt
8- You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Trinity god
7- Your face turns purple when you hear of the "atrocities" attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in "Exodus" and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in "Joshua" -- including women, children, and trees!
6- You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.
5- You are willing to spend your life looking for little loop-holes in the scientifically established age of the Earth (4.55 billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by pre-historic tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that the Earth is a couple of generations old.
4- You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects -- will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet you consider your religion the most "tolerant" and "loving".
3- While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in "tongues" may be all the evidence you need to prove Christianity.
2- You define 0.01% as a "high success rate" when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.
1- You actually know a lot less than many Atheists do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history -- but still call yourself a Christian
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January 31, 2006 - Tuesday
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