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Z
You speak of freedom of religion. You say “this is their Tradition and they have a right to it.” And this is true.
You speak in generalized platitudes about religious tolerance, of freedom. You say nothing of the pain caused to the individual. My “beef” with Z. Budapest and Dianic Wicca is not one of generalized platitudes. It is personal.
I have arrived at an open Dianic ritual and was pulled aside and asked to leave. Because I arrived in combat boots and a biker jacket (I came on a motorcycle) and my energy was too masculine.
I have been at a women’s ritual where a Dianic Wiccan informed me that I was buying into the patriarchies’ objectification of women for wearing a pretty, strappy dress with full hair and make up done. She said I offended her and the Goddess by being tarted up.
I have been told disdainfully that I cannot be a woman of substance, as I am young, thin and pretty.
I have been told that I am selfish and unnatural for being a woman in her thirties who is not a mother, and who has no strong, desperate… Continue reading
Lupercalia
“Happy Lupercalia!” I said to my roommate Grey once she had gotten home from work and settled in for the evening.
“What’s Lupercalia?” she asked.
“Far superior to Valentine’s Day” I replied, then grinned with delight as she read the Wikipedia entry.
“Too bad we don’t have any goat skin to wear and run around in.” said Grey.
“I have goat skin.”
“That’s right … you DO have goat skin.”
And so the plotting began. There was much giggling in our house that night. It’s all about celebrating how awesome life is, after all.
The next night we saw a man about harp and visited someone dear for Valentine’s Day. On the drive back home, we declared ourselves to be on a Valentine’s Day/Lupercalia quest.
One Witch said to the other: “Don’t worry, no matter what happens, we have a harp in the trunk.”
On the last day of Lupercalia, we headed into the countryside.
Grey and I put on our newly made goat skin garters, winter boots and warm cloaks (and not much else). We trucked along down the path towards the forest and once out of… Continue reading
More Weird Dreams
Last night I dreamed of the second coming of Christ.
Only he wound up in the body of an autistic teen age boy. His family kept him locked in a room in their farm house and was trying to pass off his older (and handsome and Neurotypical) brother as the messiah. In the dream I am a friend of the family and I was trying to free Christ from his “prison” but failing at it. During a visit, he gave me some house plants to tend for him.
This was all happening somewhere in northern British Columbia.
Oh, and the people he was sent to save? A race of sentient Muppets who were being forced into secret slavery by the entertainment industry. So, I snuck into Universal Studios (which for some reason was in BC) and helped Elmo (of sesame street) escape. He became the new Christ’s prophet.
I have a very odd subconscious.
Imbolg To Do List
[ ] Repot a tree
[ ] Hearth blessing
[ ] Beer!
[ ] Dairy!
[ ] A devotional ritual to Brighid, including vigil
[ ] Share the Flame of Kildare
[ ] Walk in the snow. Bonus points if there is love making to be had in the snow (any volunteers? LOL)
[ ] Go for a drive in the countryside
[ ] Wave to the livestock as I go by
[ ] Eat large quantities of food
[ ] Ritual with my fellow Goat Ladies
[ ] Write like a motherfucker
Arrived
Look what my Mom got me for Yule/Xmas! It arrived today.
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