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Until the end of the end of time.

Blargh. I feel ooogy this morning. It is still morning, just barely. I slept, but the dreams. Let's have a Poe moment (Edgar Allan, not sister of Mark Z. D.): The dreams! The dreams! The acurs'd dreams! Okay, that was quite enough of that. One of the slivers of a fragment of a dream I recall was that I was living in a half burned-out mansion in New Orleans' Garden District, all alone, shut up like Merricat in this huge ruined house. And docbrite would leave me scraps from fabulous meals. She'd leave little aluminum foil swans on a pile of rubble where the back door had once been. There was a huge magnolia growing in the center of the house, and at night rats and possums and lizards would come out and dance round and round the tree to entertain me. I lived in a room on the second floor, and every time I looked out my window, the city was on fire. I kept thinking that it was my looking out the window that caused the fires, so I tried not to look. There was only one book in the whole house, William S. Burroughs' Naked Lunch. It was a long, unsettling dream, more sad than it was anything else.

Anyway...

A good mail day yesterday. My comp copies of the hardbacks of both The Merewife and False Starts arrived. I'm especially pleased with the cover of the former. I'm not sure if subpress has any more of these for sale, but I'll be putting some up on eBay soon. Also, I received a copy of issue #35 of Not One of Us, courtesy John Benson. I did not however begin a new vignette. I stared at the blank screen until I was angry and useless. I'm not sure how it'll go today. I've got to begin proofing the ARC of Alabaster, and the artwork for "Night" is still waiting to be done. I suspect the former is much more urgent than the latter. I've heard from neither my agent nor editor re: Daughter of Hounds, and my anxiety is becoming something less benign. I did do a little Wikipedia yesterday, trying to delude myself into believing it was Work. I wrote an article on Sauropelta, yet another ankylosaur. Sauropelta means "shield lizard," of course. Oh, I also got word from subpress that Frog Toes and Tentacles has sold out. There may still be copies availlable from a few indie bookdealers. I don't know. I'll be offering copies of the trade edition on eBay at some point.

I was somewhat overwhelmed by all the comments yesterday's post elicited, the comments in response to what I'd written about the Wiccan Rede and the Threefold Law. Thank you all. Even if I found myself disagreeing with much of what was said, it was still good to hear such a diversity of thought on the subjects.

A couple or three links. First, Spooky has a few shots up of the latest doll. I'm loving this one almost as much as I love Sweet William. We haven't a name for her yet, but I suspect she's a distant maiden aunt of Sweet Willliam's, and that they once worked in the same circus. She was a clairvoyant and fortune-teller. Of that I'm almost certain. A few folks have requested a story to accompany this doll. Maybe that's what I should do for the next vignette. Hmmmmm. Also, Spooky was showing me this very wonderful website, Blackbird Marmalade Creations. Some very sublime, beautiful, creepy things. Have a look. And, finally, Durtro Press will soon be releasing Thomas Ligotti's Teatro Grottesco, "primarily a compilation of stories collected between hardcovers for the first time. Each story has been newly revised, often extensively, by the author for this edition. In addition to the contents listed below, the Durtro edition also includes hitherto rare texts by Ligotti which will not be included in any future trade edition of this volume." Here's a link for details and ordering information.

sovay has asked if I would be comfortable posting the text to our Ostara ritual. I don't see why not. Personally, I think there's too much secrecy in Wicca, and that, more often than not, the secrecy only serves to perpetuate the misconceptions and bigotry. Besides, with the shelves of Borders crowded with craptastical farces like The Complete Idiot's Guide to Witchcraft and Wicca, with every fourth witch publishing her Book of Shadows or cranking out another Wiccan "bible," yeah, sure. So, here it is, behind the cut, for those with no interest in this sort of thing. It doesn't include the casting of the circle or the call to the Quarters, and I've omitted all the somatic actions and such. Note that I'm still not comfortable with all the wording, which gets back to the issue of gender polarity and other things:


The wheel turns.
The wheel turns.
The wheel turns.
Behold, the Lady and the Lord of Life
and the Givers of Life.
Without his Lady,
the Lord has no life
Without her Lord,
the Goddess is barren..
Each is needful of the other
for completion and for power,
as Sun to Earth, the spear to the cauldron,
spirit to flesh.

Oh Great Mother, be with me now
in your aspect of the Maiden,
the fair one who brings joy and new Life.

Oh Great God of renewal, be with me now
in your aspect of the Lord of the Forests,
The Green Man,
The Lord of the Wild Hunt,
The Horned God who brings warmth and love.

The wheel turns.
May the strength of the old year enter into the new.
Great Lady and Lord, make all things strong
And giving of new Life.

Blessed be.

The wheel of the year turns.

The Goddess has now freed Herself from the icy prison of winter.
Now is the greening time, when rain brings the fragrance of flowers on the warming air.
The Maiden displays her beauty through the colours of spring flowers and their sweet smells.
And in the songs of birds.
And the sound of running waters.
And in the movement of all living things.

The Sun wakes from His long winter's slumber.
The Lord stretches and rises, eager in His youth and violent with the promise of summer.

I welcome thee, beautiful spring!

The wheel turns.
Spring is seed-time.
Now is the time to plant that which we wish to come to flower.
Spring brings hope and joy and release from winter’s grasp, and it brings expectations for desires realized, and it brings inspiration.

The wheel turns.
The sacred balance of Life is reaffirmed, and I am reborn with the Earth's awakening, for I am of the Earth and of the Sky and of the Waters.
I am of the Cosmos.
Now the cold darkness of Winter and all the past is cast behind me.
I look only to that which lies ahead and to what I wish to bring forth.

Lady and Lord, Great Mother and Father, receive this seed.
Let it germinate in my mind and in my heart.
Let it thrive and grow into its full maturity,
For I will care for it and encourage it in Your honour.

This seed, which has come from the Earth, I return to the womb of the Earth,
That it may become a part of this Earth again,
A part of all life and a part of me.
The wheel turns.
The wheel turns.
The wheel turns.

Comments

( 15 comments — Have your say! )
nykolus
Mar. 23rd, 2006 07:45 pm (UTC)
groovy dream but damn, what brought THAT on?
greygirlbeast
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:00 pm (UTC)
what brought THAT on?

Perhaps a bit of conversation Spooky and I had before bed, but I'm not really sure.
sovay
Mar. 23rd, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you for posting the Ostara ritual. I like very much the repetition of "The wheel turns" ("These things happen").

A few folks have requested a story to accompany this doll. Maybe that's what I should do for the next vignette. Hmmmmm.

Yes. You should. : )
greygirlbeast
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you for posting the Ostara ritual.

You're welcome.
aoniedesade
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:19 pm (UTC)
I know this is VERY off-topic, and I do apologize. MS is attempting to ban abortion, the morning after pill, and...I don't even have the words for their idiocy. My good friend birdofparadox is the webmaster of the Pro-Choice MS webpage, and we are both active members of the MS ACLU. The abortion ban bill is in conference in the senate right now, as I type this. I am about to leave and go to the state capitol in a few minutes. Thankfully i am in Jackson visiting my mother, so I can actively do something. We're trying to get as much info out there as we can, any way we can.

She also made very nifty link buttons, if you are interested.

I apologize if this is too far off-topic, and if I crossed a line. I don't like being this outre' usually, but I have seen my rights being taken away one by one, and I cannot sit idley by any more.
greygirlbeast
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)

I apologize if this is too far off-topic, and if I crossed a line.


No need to apologise. I'll bring this up in my next entry.
aoniedesade
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:39 pm (UTC)
I cannot thank you enough. It's been a rough two days, and it's reflected in my dreams as well. The ritual you posted was lovely.

When I walked out of the front door on Ostara, the first thing I saw was a King Blue dragonfly lounging on the front step of the walkway to my apartment. It is small things like this that make the ugly things not so bad.
aoniedesade
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:42 pm (UTC)
As an interesting aside, birdofparadox grew up in Atlanta, and worked at Phoenix and Dragon for a few years while she attended college at Agnes Scott. =*>
morganxpage
Mar. 23rd, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC)
Very nice ritual.

~Morgan
setsuled
Mar. 23rd, 2006 10:25 pm (UTC)
The dreams! The dreams!

You were in my dream I had in the three hours of sleep I got to-day.

I dreamt I lived in Fred and Renee's house from Lost Highway and that you were visiting. You were lying on the couch, half asleep, and vaguely asking me to show you around town. But for some reason, I was fixated on the coat rack--maybe because I was a little embarrassed for not knowing enough about the version of L.A. Lynch had created for that movie to show you anything.

It was a long, unsettling dream, more sad than it was anything else.

I'm glad you wrote about it, though. It has the sort of mood about it I feel--not better; maybe more focused--for being exposed to.

First, Spooky has a few shots up of the latest doll.

I meant to comment about that last night; it is lovely.

It's weird how when I'm extremely busy, suddenly everyone makes posts I'd like to reply to...

the text to our Ostara ritual.

It's very nice. It really makes attractive the practice of marking the changing of season, instead of just letting the year slosh like soup in the peripheral vision like I do.
greygirlbeast
Mar. 23rd, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC)
I dreamt I lived in Fred and Renee's house from Lost Highway and that you were visiting. You were lying on the couch, half asleep, and vaguely asking me to show you around town. But for some reason, I was fixated on the coat rack--maybe because I was a little embarrassed for not knowing enough about the version of L.A. Lynch had created for that movie to show you anything.

How very drad. Drad, and yet creepy. Which makes it all the dradder.


It's very nice. It really makes attractive the practice of marking the changing of season, instead of just letting the year slosh like soup in the peripheral vision like I do.


That's a big part of the attraction I have to Wicca. The years have begun to blur together for me. This way, I'm reclaiming...how should I say it? Spokes on a wheel, I suppose.
setsuled
Mar. 23rd, 2006 10:55 pm (UTC)
Spokes on a wheel, I suppose.

I hesitate to bring it up for some reason, but I actually used the phrase "the wheel turns" a few days ago in a message I sent to Christa Faust on MySpace about a link to her web site that wasn't working. V said there are no coincidences, so I thought I'd bring it up, for as little as it might actually mean...
greygirlbeast
Mar. 23rd, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
V said there are no coincidences, so I thought I'd bring it up, for as little as it might actually mean...

"These things happen..."
inangkor
Mar. 23rd, 2006 11:37 pm (UTC)
Pagan, studying trees, and friends with watermelontail? Nice! I've added you, hope you don't mind.
fornikate
Mar. 24th, 2006 01:58 am (UTC)
The term "Wiccan" always makes me think about bored housewives in the fifties.
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