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This is from an email I sent someone, but maybe it belongs here instead:

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… or everyone doesn’t have to be nice, or serious, all the time … especially me!

In fact I am almost never 100% serious, even when ranting. But you can take me any way you like, its all good in my world(s)

Satire:
* A literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn
* Trenchant wit, irony, or sarcasm used to expose and discredit vice or folly
* A message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter

Sarcasm:
* A sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
* A mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual b : the use or language of sarcasm

Trickster:
* One that swindles or plays tricks.
* A mischievous or roguish figure in myth or folklore, often an animal, who typically makes up for physical weakness with cunning and subversive humor.
* A mischievous being found in the folklore of many primitive people; sometimes distinguished by prodigious biological drives and exaggerated bodily parts.
* One who tricks or deceives the hero of a story into taking action or gaining knowledge, insight or wisdom through unconventional means.

Capricious:
* Changeable; “a capricious summer breeze”; “freakish weather”
* Determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; “a capricious refusal”; “authoritarian rulers are frequently capricious”; “the victim of whimsical persecutions”

God Is a DJ
(By Pink)

I’ve been the girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
Now I see the world as a candy store
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can’t ignore
Like mummy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Lover hey, “Fuck you”
I can see everything here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it…

I’ve been the girl with her middle finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don’t care
So open your mouth and stick out your tongue
You might as well let go you can’t take back what you’ve done
So find a new lifestyle
A reason to smile
Look for Nirvana
Under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex dreams
You whisper to me
There’s no reason to cry…

You take what you get and you get what you give
I say don’t run from yourself, man, that’s no way to live
I’ve got a record in my bag you should give it a spin
Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin

If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it…

If God is a DJ…If God… say If God is a DJ, Then life is a dance floor so
Get your ass on the dance floor now

“If you make people think they’re thinking,
they’ll love you;
but if you really make them think,
they’ll hate you.”
~ Don Marquis

Walking the Hedge, breaking eggs to make omelets since 2005… hehehe

But all silliness aside for a moment, I do not expect everyone to “get” me (in fact I am often misunderstood and just let it stand as is), or to agree with me, or to care, or … well, anything really. It’s just a blog after all and you can’t please everyone    besides which all publicity is good publicity and all that

*hugs*

A while back, the wife of the creator of Tarot comic book emailed me saying they loved my website and sent me a page from the comic book. I didn’t know there were pagan comics books! Cool.

I love this I had to share it as it shows my own fears for the future of paganism. Well … actually I am less concerned about Paganism becoming suburban and sanitary than I am concerned about Witchcraft. (Yes dammit there is a difference!)

I realized the other day I sound a lot like the older folks from the hippy generation out here, afraid that if we keep getting more and more PC and mainstream that one day we will find ourselves sitting in a square building on pews, the congregation being lead by a soccer Mom in a pink sweater-vest.

It a funny balance you know, the Otherkins, the Elfs and the Vampires and stuff drive me up the wall. I mean people think I am crazy; they haven’t met someone who thinks they are a wolf from outer space.
But the Martha Stewart Witches drive me up the same damned wall. I guess you just can’t please me eh?

Now don’t get me wrong folks, its nice to see normal people get into paganism. It’s nice to see whole families at Gatherings. I’m glad we are growing and that more of the regular folks are joining.

I’m glad the normals out number the weirdos now.

I’m glad that we can be leaders in the world regarding tolerance, diversity and multiculturalism and all of that.

But all I am asking is this:

Leave room for me!

Leave room for the witches who actually own blackthorn-blasting rods and use them. Leave room for those of us who aren’t afraid to eat meat or get our hands dirty. Or bloody for that matter.
Leave room for the witches, pagans, shamans and mystics (etc) who do the things the PC world won’t touch.

Let those who walk an outsider, trickster, crooked (etc) path do their thing.

Other religions have a way worse fringe element than we do you know. None of us blow up buildings after all.

I can play PC and cute and be sweet and family oriented at the gatherings and fests and open Circles, don’t you worry about that. Its not like I’m going to be sacrificing rabbits in front of my kids someday or anything. But if I wanted to, I should have the right to.

Just let me do what I do in the privacy of my own practice, don’t you dare try to censor that!

Because seriously folks, you don’t want to try driving us off anyway. Some Witches aren’t afraid to throw curses you know.

*evil laugh*

(sorry this is a large as I can make the image, you can save it and view it larger on your PC. The gist of it is the goth witch it trying to get the community to form a leadership to save us from oppression. But the Soccer Mom witches don’t want anyone who isn’t wholesome and modest to represent all of us)

Things

Trees are good for you.

Everyone is the hero of the story in his or her own mind.

Chances are, no one is out to get you.

A spiritual path wouldn’t be worth it if it were easy.

There are many approaches to everything.

Please yourself first, but not exclusively.

The sort of people who set up a yurt on the beach and spend a summer cleaning up oil spills, without pay, are amongst the least respected in our society. No good, longhaired, tree-hugging, hippy, eco-terrorists!

If there is a way off this crazy merry-go-round only Buddha knows it.

You can tell the difference between a curse and a run of bad luck, but I couldn’t explain it.

Education does not equate intelligence.

The majority of white people will be pagan again someday, but not any time soon.

Thou art God (really).

But don’t get full of yourself now; most of the entities in the universe can kick your ass.

There is a trend to claim to be god owned in pagan culture right now, this is not something you should lie about kids. The gods are real and not all cupcakes and bunny rabbits.

No one has any patience any more, especially in the city.

Paganism has always been somewhat different in the sticks than in the towns. It always will be that way.

Head Six is the Devil.

A mother should be proud her son grew up to join the Sea Shepherd Society, but will rather wish he became a small time lawyer for petty crooks.

Some day we will again have stunning marble temples built to our gods. Only in the future temples will be built of reclaimed marble and other recycled materials, also they will have green roofs and run on solar, wind, or hydro power.

School (as in the modern school system in our part of the world) is not for everyone and everyone is not for school, but everybody ought to give it their best shot and go as far as they can.

I don’t care how much money you make, how big your house is, I don’t care if you’re hard working or a lazy bum, I don’t care if you are wise or ignorant, I don’t care if you’re a “real” Witch or not.

What I care about is whether or not the world is a better place for having you in it.

Play to your strengths, and remember not everyone has the same talents and abilities as you; they must play to their own strengths.

There are as many different kinds of intelligence as there are people on this earth.

Your personality is only a small part of you.

There is a trend  to be using flying ointments and such as shortcuts in pagan culture right now, this is not something you should play with kids. This is something that should be taken seriously and researched first. Please.

In order to Be Yourself, you must first Know Yourself.

The first step to knowing yourself is coming to the understanding that you (and everything else) are always changing.

How do you want to BE always changing?

Grow

Love

There is more than one way to gain knowledge and experience in this world.

Ability, knowledge, experience, understanding, and wisdom; all fingers and a thumb upon a palm called enlightenment.

What is the wrist? Where is the arm?

There is a difference between infatuation and love.

Wouldn’t bliss get boring after a while?

Once having achieved nirvana, would you want a nice greasy cheeseburger?

Nothing separates you from nature or the divine except for your belief that you are.

It seems to me that people complicate spirituality needlessly. I’m not sure exactly why?

There are no do-overs.

You cannot play this game without screwing up sometimes.

I write with more humor in mind than people think/read.

I broke my keyboard.

Two ladies, sisters and both breeders who lived closed to each other, had taken on Maia’s pups. Good friends of my Mom and kind enough to help care for the babes and bring them to their momma dogs.

Sadly, two days ago the hubby of one of the ladies came home to find her passed away on the couch. We still do not know what the cause was but it was probably her heart. Her sister is of course devastated. She was only 56, and had spent her adult life breeding healthy dogs and taking on foster dogs and abused horses.
She was, like many people who take on such causes, the kind of person who would not buy the medication she needed for herself in order to afford medication for an animal that had been abused at the hands of another human being. She was the kind of person who would miss a doctor appointment rather than make a litter of pups miss a feeding.

She was, like many of the best people I have ever met, yet another girl born onto a farm, pulled out of high school by the family (still a common practice amongst farm families) and never finished, married young, had kids young, and then dedicated her life to helping those who cannot help themselves.

Its true, only the good die young.

People who spend their lives in selfish pursuits collecting more toys and bigger homes and walking all over the rest of the world get to live long lives in luxury.
People like my Mom’s friend spend their lives barley getting by, being looked down upon by people and die young in poor health.

Its a fucking tragedy.

I’m almost 30 and still haven’t had my wisdom teeth removed because it would cost thousands of dollars (requires surgery) and I spend that money on abused animals.

People who would never sacrifice themselves for another look down their noses at people like my Mom and Marge and me, call people like us stupid hill-billies, reeking of dog and horse. Good for nothing because we don’t have educations, or big houses, or make lots of money, or wear fashionable clothes, or have Martha Stewart housekeeping skills.

Fuck the world. I’d rather smell like a horse than smell like money.

Anyways…

So I will be going to pick up the pups earlier than planned, but their eyes are opening so they can start weaning soon.

I’m going to go have a cry now.

Dentists Can Be Witches

Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
I love thee so
Go mainstream dears
And let the masses Know
Let dentists be Witches
Fight for freedom and equality
And all that good stuff

But oh
My heart and soul
Do not ever, never, no
Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
Become too mainstream
Too good
Too sweet
Oh no

Yes we must be family friendly
And not scare the muggles too much
But don’t be afraid to swear
Or wear purple hair
Or dress in renaissance clothes
Just keep quiet about it
When you dance nude in the woods
Or sacrifice a toad
Let our faith, our Craft
Have light, shadows
And the dark also

For if
Oh dears
Should the Soccer Moms ever rule over
My faith and my Craft
I shall have to lead an uprising
And you don’t want me to do that

Oh no

~ Juniper 2009