Menopausal Bi-Polar Witch Babbling - Get a taste for religion

Menopausal Bi-Polar Witch Babbling

Friday, May 18, 2007

Haggar got me the most beautiful gold and diamond ring for our first anniversary on May 7 th. He is such a sweetie sometimes.

On Saturday, May 19, Waterseer (one of my coven sisters) and I will be having a Psychic Saturday at the Barn. It is a bar next to where I live. I scry and she does tarot, so we will be offering readings for $10.00. We will also be selling jewelry, essential oil perfumes, bath salts and massage oils that I have made. Hopefully it will be a good night for us. We are trying to raise money for a Covenstead and store.

The book research is continuing, thank you to those of you who read the draft of my first chapter (posted on Monday April 16) and gave me your input. It has helped guide me in a good direction. Please do not hesitate to email me any questions about Eclectic Wicca that you have, I will do my best to answer them, and those asks will be also answered in the book.

As I mentioned before, I am researching and writing four books at the moment;

1) Introduction to Eclectic Wicca - A 101 Course: this will concentrate on the religious aspects of Eclectic Wicca and a brief history of modern Wicca.

2) Eclectic Wicca 102: This will concentrate on the ritual and magickal aspects of the craft.

3) An Encyclopedia of Goddesses and Gods from Paleolithic times to Present.

4) A history of Creation Myths Around the World - from Paleolithic to Today.

If you have anything you think would add to these topics, please don't hesitate to email me at wiccavic2002@yahoo.com

I do hope you enjoy the following:

The End of the Raven

by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat

On a night quite unenchanting,

when the rain was downward slanting,

I awakened to the ranting

of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,

in a tone I found quite craven,

Poe was talking to a Raven perched

above the chamber door.

"Raven's very tasty," thought I,

as I tiptoed o'er the floor,

"There is nothing I like more".

Soft upon the rug I treaded,

calm and careful as I headed

Towards his roost atop that dreaded

bust of Pallas I deplore.

While the bard and birdie chattered,

I made sure that nothing clattered,

Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered,

as I crossed the corridor;

For his house is crammed with trinkets,

curios and weird decor -

Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered,

standing stock-still as he uttered,

In a voice that shrieked and sputtered,

his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up,

oh, so silently I crept up,

Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,

pouncing on the feathered bore.

Soon he was a heap of plumage,

and a little blood and gore-

Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out,

"Pussycat, it's time I dried out!

Never sat I in my hideout

talking to a bird before.

How I've wallowed in self-pity,

while my gallant, valiant kitty

Put and end to that damned ditty" -

then I heard him start to snore.

Back atop the door I clambered,

eyed that statue I abhor,

Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

- "The End of the Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 3:02 AM