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For a friend, who asked for this to be reposted:

Build you up to tear you down

Spitting on their heroes

Tearing you part

Then holding their hands out

What the hell do they

Think that they doing anyway?

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They say toughen up and deal

If you want to be our leader

Then harden up your heart

And don’t take it oh so hard

Do they not understand?

Can they not comprehend?

It is that very soft spot

That giant loving heart

That makes you willing and able

To be a Pagan leader

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They say it’s all trade off

Part and parcel for the fame

As if you were Madonna

Riding around in a private plane

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Why do they do it?

What could be their reasons?

Do they think that they are

Doing the community a service?

Are they stroking their own egos?

Riding on your coat tails?

Or do they just want to see you suffer?

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Making two whole dollars

For each and every book sale

Speaking at the festival

And getting paid with peanuts

Isn’t all that easy

When you have mouths to feed

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Buying up a property

Organizing a gathering

Taking out a second mortgage

Promoting and volunteering

Working when you could be

Spending time with the kids

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And then the people show up

And they have so much fun

Then toss a bag of chips

Out the window on their way out

Leaving you to clean the litter

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They say you can take it

Even if you hate it

Take the heat and love it

Or get your Pagan ass

Out of the kitchen

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I can’t help but wonder

How long they could do it?

Would they last a week running fest?

Or teaching a class?

Could they handle all the slander?

From those they are serving?

I know that I am dying

To see them dying inside

And know how it feels

To be hand that’s feeding

Only to be bitten

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They pick and they snipe

Argue and criticise

Gossip and spread rumours

Then expect you to give them

Everything for nothing

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They only want what they want

Never mind what they need

Tow the party line

And you must tell them only

What they want to hear

Remember to always cater

To the lowest common denominator

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Don’t expect them to think

Don’t ask them to examine

Their very own beliefs

Just spout New Age bullshit

That’s all they want anyways

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And then some day they wonder

Where did all our leaders

Disappear to?

Where have they gone?

What caused the burnout?

Why did they leave us

Hanging in the wind?

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So why even bother?

What’s the point of doing it?

Why spend back breaking hours?

And waste hard earned money?

And take time off from work?

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They obviously

Do not deserve it

Respect it or want it

Anyways!

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Do it for the father

Who hands his teenager

A book on Pagan ethics

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Do it for the girl who

Is learning about the Goddess

And how to love the body in the mirror

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Do it for the baby

Sitting in the Circle

Nawing on an acorn

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Do it for the men who

Carved the Greenman in churches

The herbalists and midwives

Burned for being “witches”

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Do it for the gods

Who want only to be

A part of our lives

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Do it for a culture

Steeped in hate and ignorance

Arrogant and proud

Do it

To turn it into something

Worth living in

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Do it for the planet

Our most sacred Mother

The rocks and the trees

The animals and bees

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Do it to spite

Those narrow-minded idiots

Who never think to say

Thank you

Or please

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So be a Pagan leader

Work your fingers to the bone

Expose your bleeding heart

Protect and serve

Give everything you’ve got

Give them all that you are

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And when they bitch and moan

Just smile and tell them

Congratulations!

You just volunteered!

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(Mmmmmm that’s good satire!)

Plenty of folks with leather jackets and combat boots have good jobs, an education, own a house and are good parents (etc)

Plenty of hippy-types and non-conformists are good, intelligent people

Just because someone is a non-conformist, or just plain ol’ dresses funny, doesn’t mean they are a “have-not” … some piss poor loser on welfare

Just because someone lacks a formal education doesn’t mean they might “drag down” your class

They still yank girls out of school to help run the farm and raise the other young’uns

Education does not equate intelligence

Plenty of folks with less than or little more than their high school diploma can read at a university level

*sarcasm* what would some dumb redneck farm girl know about Paganism? It’s not like someone who spent most of her life working with animals or raising crops would have any idea about communing with Nature or the cycle of the seasons. Nor could anyone who has both been midwife and butcher of animals understand anything about life and death. Nor could someone who has hand raised animals, rehabilitated rescue animals, and was changing diapers and caring for little ones before the age of ten have any experience or knowledge that would make her suited to clergy training or pastoral care.

I own more (non-fiction) books than my dear Dr. Brendan … I miss my books! (They are in storage)

Just because someone doesn’t want a house in the suburbs doesn’t mean they hate people who do … or that they have some kind of a defect.

The majority of people with the highest IQs in the world do not have the kind of jobs you might expect or lead the kind of lives you would think. One of the smartest men in the world is a happy bus driver; another is a biker who plays with radio equipment in his garage.

Most folks with genius IQs refuse to fit into societal norms … and many of them dropped out of school at some point. (Like Einstein)

I respect a formal education; I also respect someone with real life experience, both are great too.

But there are great works in this world more worthy of respect than getting your Master’s degree.  Look at Mother Thersa.

I might not be able to do calculus but I can walk through a stinking, filthy, disease infested puppy mill, take up an emaciated dog in my arm, carry her to the SPCA van and help her deliver her still born pups on the way to the vet … and keep my head clear, my eyes dry and my hands steady while I do it.

I may have never read the works of Socrates but I know how to step into an 8×6 foot pen with a 150 pound dog that has been used and abused in dog fighting and put him on a leash, and teach him about love.

It’s my blog and I’ll bitch about whatever I want to

Dear normal people of the Pagan movement. First of all let me state that I am very happy to see you, and your adorable children joining up. Witchy Soccer Mom are sooooo cute, and it’s nice to have real professionals (like lawyers) not afraid to call themselves Wiccan, or Druid, or whatever in public now. In no way do I want to chase you out of this big old stone soup of religions and magickal practices.

However, I want to make a few things clear to you.

There is no way in cold, dark Hel I am going to go mainstream and PC myself. So please stop trying to paint all of Paganism with the same PC brush. Please stop pretending that you are somehow better than the goth kid with the giant pentacle, or the naked hippy chick at fest.

Those naked hippy chicks were out there, bare assed naked earning us the right to be naked back in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s … they also lead the way for us to be recognised as real faiths. They build the first Pagan organizations and it’s the now grey haired naked hippy chicks that fight to get pentacles on the gravestones of Wiccan soldiers. So stop looking down your nose at that naked hippy chick with dreadlocks in her hair, stop telling her to put some clothes on, and show a little respect.

Now, about those goth kids out in the world wearing giant pentacles and Thor’s hammers for all to see. While you all were hiding in your broom closets, those goth kids and their giant pentacle were being spit on, beat up and pushed around. It was their tenacity to keep showing up at school or the mall, sporting a giant pentacle and a black eye and spit in their purple hair that made those bullies give up … so that you could feel safe to come out of your broom closet. So please stop acting like those goth kids don’t exist or don’t have the same rights as a Pagan or Witch that you do.

I have just as much of a right to show up at Circle in a motorcycle jacket as you do in pink sweater vest. In fact, it may very well be that because I’m in a biker jacket that those assholes calling nasty names at us from the otherside of the park are staying on the otherside of the park. Cause seriously pink sweater vests make you look like a pussy. But hey, if you like them, then wear them. I would never tell you what to wear.

So please, keep spreading Paganism in the suburbs, I think it’s awesome. Just don’t think you can drive the rest of us away or turn a messy little Hedgewitch into Martha Stewart.

Okay? Thanks!

I am 29 years old, well travelled, well worn, know what the meaning of hard work is etc etc but I am also not in my Mother phase. I still like to stay up late and dance, play loud music, be silly and giggle and such.

I am not a kid, I find it very difficult to socalize with students and other girls in their twenties and Maiden phase because they are still very much “kids” the biggest concern being getting drunk or borrowing money from daddy to pay the rent or something … And I’m too mature for them and feel like a stick in the mud or like some kind of older sister playing babysitter.

But most of the women in my age group who aren’t still girls are Mommies. I find it just as difficult to socalize with them, first off they tend to act like there’s something wrong with me for not being married with no kids, and they aslo seem to have nothing going on but being Mommy. I have nothing to contribute to conversations about losing the baby fat or potty training. Also I am too immature for them! Too loud, to rebellious, too bold and daring, too silly.

I belong no-where. I’m stuck in the middle with no (in real life, not online) friends.

It sucks!

Poor me.

Don’t say anything negative

Don’t rock the boat

Don’t weed the garden

Just let Paganism get over grown

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You have to stay positive

Even when it’s stupid

Just smile and sing

Even if it’s boring

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Don’t go looking

For anything harder

Don’t think any deeper

Paganism 101

Is all we have to offer

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We’ve got next to nothing

For your generation

We never once thought

The kids we raised on this stuff

Would one day find it quite stale

Might find the worry and bother

Over lighting right colored candles

To be redundant and pale

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So shut up kid

Don’t you complain

Offering more than Wicca 101

Seems like such a pain

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Just study the same subjects

Again and again

See how it’s just a little different

Each and every time?

We are satisfied

You’re not

And we don’t know why?