EcholaliaRicochet

Hey there watchery watchers, howsit? I figured that I'd be a silly lamb and see whether any of you felt like answering a few questions. Have fun.


1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favourite Film:
5. Favourite Song or Album:
6. Favourite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of dA?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favourite memory of us?
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

So, just a message to everyone. One day I will again post art in this space, but at the moment, life is just intense and strange, wonderful and terrible,static and everchanging, eternal and fleeting.

  So, of all the things I could tell the world, what do I want to say here? The weasel war dance is an activity, involving excited leaps backwards and forwards often tangling into furniture, that ferrets engage in when they are excited and happy. Brown Brothers wine is vegan whereas many other wines use fish egg or milk products as finning agents. Paganism which is neither synonimous nor mutually exclusive to witchcraft is an ecstasy driven earth based spirituality which reveres and celebrates existense as an eternal cycle of life and death, death and rebirth, joy and sorrow, passion and apathy and all things that exist within the spectrum of possibility.

  I am a creature beast made of so many changeable variables that I never know quite what I will be facing tomorrow, but I know that at the core of my being there is an entity that will grasp this neverending scacred experience that is life with everything it has in its arsenal, and will hold on in desperation, hope, joy, love, and utter nothingness, so long as the flourishing of life can be witnessed, nurtured and above all experienced with everyhting that I am. I have come to learn that love permeates everything that I do but can be manipulated by fear doubt and passion until it is the most creativedestructive force I know.

  I know that growing never ends and that flourishing is something to be prayed, hoped and yearned for. I know that I am an arrow flying through both void and being, learning, grieving and loving, until the day that the last dream is dreamt and the last possibility has been experienced.

I know that I will love you, whoever you are whatever you are, because you are!

Blessed be.

So hello world of dA, long time no speak... Not that I haven't been visiting regularly just that I've been lurking quietly and not speaking much. *Sigh* Life is hectic and shizz, I've been working hard that the thing they call uni, and also being a member of my coven's inner court can be hectic too. But Grandnesswe just had the most fantastic Beltaine ritual a few weeks ago, and Litha's coming up in december, and I'm going to Woodford Folk Festival life is fabulous! Anyway I thought I';d just say hi and I still love you.

Three steps forward, and two steps back, is progress.
But when I set out, to escape the claws in my gut,
I was expecting to lose the longing,
Or gain contentment.

Void is void, and chaos too,
But harmony can be stagnation.
Death, is life inverted, and
The end can spark beginning.

Where I expected emptiness,
I found more than I have known.
Where I expected darkness,
I learnt of colour without light.

Turning, twisting, cycling thrice,
Digging inwards to find the way out.
Contentment in unfulfillment,
Led to joy beyond ambition.

Reality turned, and ate itself,
the threshold lost distinction.
You can bargain all you like with the man at the door,
But when it's time it's time.

A free cookie to anyone who can tell me what they think this means

I pray where I am, sitting by the window, looking out through the curtain at the empty garden. I don't even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it's an equal darkness. Or light.

My God. Who Art in the Kingdom of Heaven, which is within.

I wish you would tell me Your Name, the real one I mean. But You will do as well as anything.

I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me get through it please. Though maybe it's not Your doing; I don't believe for an instant that what's going on out there is what You meant.

I have enough daily bread, so I won't wast time on that. It isn't the main problem. The problem is getting it down without choking on it.

Now we come to forgiveness. Don't worry about forgiving me right now.  There are more important things. For instance: Keep the others safe, if they are safe. Don't let them suffer too much. If they have to die, let it be fast. You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves.

I suppose I should say I forgive whoever did this, and whatever they're doing now. I'll try, but it isn't easy.

Temptation comes next. At the Centre, tempation was anything much more than eating and sleeping. Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you, Aunt Lydia used to say.

Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.

I think about the chandelier too much, though it's gone now. But you could use a hook, in the closet. I've considered the possibilities. all you'd have to do, after attaching yourself, would be to lean your weight forward and not fight.

Deliver us from evil.

Then there's Kingdom, power and glory. It takes a lot to believe in those things right now. But I'll try anyway. In Hope, as they say on the gravestones.

You must feel pretty ripped off. I guess it's not the first time.

If I were You I'd be fed up. I'd be really sick of it. I guess that's the difference between us.

I feel very unreal, talking to You like this. I feel as if I'm talking to a wall. I wish You'd answer. I feel so alone.

All alone by the telephone. Except I can't use the telephone. And if I could, who could I call?

Oh God. It's no joke. Oh God oh God. How can I keep on living?


The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood. Every paragraph I read is changing me. Affirming what I have felt before. Fighting against what I believe. Every three pages or so I have to stop to catch my breath. It makes me want to cry, and scream. It makes me thankful, and afraid. It makes me feel alive.

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