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I am not feeling well today.

I am having a hard time getting about from my affliction so I may take a break from this site for a bit after I finish my emails. I am in a odd mood. I have been ill now for years. Some days I just wait to see what will happen. The years are chasing me I think. I need rest to be able to go out tomorrow. I am in rather a dark mood.

Much of what I remember seems not to help. I just need rest. I will be fine later. We all have blah days. I relive my memory as I think about them. I have no idea why I am even blogging this.

Run away train

Soul Asylum

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here no there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it


Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

11. And he said, You, son of man, are here desirous of understanding secret things.

The book of Enoch 11:58

I felt at that moment as we looked down at this board almost I had gone to far. I had walked into the lion’s cage. I was not afraid. What had disturbed me is I was enjoying the energy. I felt raw anger flowing though me. Then I felt something new afterwards.

It was deeper then hate and deeper then any lust, or haste. I was told my eyes burned yellow among the darkness. I felt more animal then human. I was more aware of my actions then ever.

Every fiber of my being was in this.

Then Doug came in the room. I am off to work. I said bye! Like all of this was normal. He left.

I said: Spirits that desire to come forward heed our call. The glass began to move. I felt a glee. At first the glass started to pick up speed in circles and would toss us off the glass as if something would yank our hands off. Then it started all at once the feeling of things coming forward. We had an open line directly to lost souls. You could feel them coming in in drones. All you could hear was the wind outside and our breathing.

I asked who is here.

C_h_r_i_s it spelt out. I then asked what year is this. 1958 it spelt. How old are you? 12 it spelt.

I could feel what it was spelling and even know what it said before it spelt it out. We all could do that. It felt like we where linked in.

He informed us all he remembers was being hit by a car crossing the road he wandered in. Then the glass began to go in circles again and it flew off the board and landed on the carpet. Ten seconds later the juice glass exploded. As if something broke it.

The fog was moving in and stopped at the edge of the hall. We where bathed in blue light from the candles. All at once one of the bedroom doors slammed shut! It was like bang! It knocked a picture off the wall. We heard a cry.

Me and my Shaman friend where fighting for the bottle of apple jack being we needed a drink after that.

I said we need another glass. My Shaman friend said. Are you sure? I said no. Jen said we went this far!

I stayed into the circle got another glass.

I said who else is here? M-A_R_Y_.

She was a madam from the 1800’s. She kept trying to teach Jen how to be a good prostitute! She said they would not let sleep. She just wanted to get warm. I felt kind of bad for this spirit. It was very human. She was still trying to survive and was confused. She was the one who would sit in the rocker.

It was almost an hour went by talking to this woman when she got interrupted midway by something that said its name was Crow. IT HAD PUSHED HER OFF THE BOARD! It moved the glass on its own flew on the carpet and broke again ten seconds later.

In fact we broke every juice glass in the house. All we had was juice glasses! We ended up having to use a plastic measuring cup.

Crow did not want us here. He said all must leave. Many of the fates here are dammed and so will be. Death ahead or tragedy. He said this was his land. Something about being Native American and being murdered. They wanted this bit of land so he cursed it.

He was angry to no end. I have no idea if they would just shot the natives before. If they did that upsets me greatly.

I think Crow was confused that I was more upset that he was shot then afraid of him. He spelt me need to leave more then the others. For now he said he grant me some knowledge of what his world was like in favor. He went on all that dies here he keeps. It’s his curse. Favor? What kind of favor? This spirit was no longer human. I could feel him. It was like anger and shadow. He was doing the same thing to others as done to him. I then realized how easy that could be my afterlife. He then started to threaten the others. We stopped the session.

We drank some more and talked about what went on. Fog started to come down the fire place and spill into the living room. It was cold. The candles where not melting and still acting weird. I tried to turn off an oil lamp and it went higher. I cut off the air to the flame and it got bigger! I was amused I remember. It was sort of cool. Then we heard it all at once from the backyard.

It sounded like a group of people singing. I had to look at my diary to remember the words. This happens more then once.

“Master, let me walk with thee in lowly paths service free”

It sounded like a church choir. Why would we hear that??? I looked in back and the fog was swirling and darting. I could feel the tree almost staring at me. I was expecting to see people back there. I was disturbed a tad bit. It was clear as day.

I went back bed on the floor. Jen was on one sofa and my shaman friend on the other lounge thing.

Clarence came home. He went to sleep outside the circle.

We did warn him. He said he was scared of nothing.

Then all at once about 3am we where all awaked. There was a crash on the roof! BLAM!! Something was running around on the roof something big. Sounded like a man running across the roof.

It was running across the roof!

Then from the living room window I saw it. I will never forget the sight.

It looked like a twisted form of a person. It glowed yellow white in almost a liquid form of a person except the face and had eyes. The eyes looked black and white. Its face was smashed in. Like a Halloween pumpkin more then a person. It was very physical. It started banging and scrapping with long fingers on the window. Everyone saw it and Jen started to scream. Part of me was horrified the other part of me wanted to know more. It jumped up and you heard it on the roof again.

It went to the backdoor and was trying to move the door knob! He just stared in. I locked eyes with it and it smiled! I will never forget the psychotic smile. It was a thing that was disturbing. At this point I knew that was Crow. Then it disappeared again. IT WAS UNDER THE HOUSE IN THE CRAWL SPACE!

It began pushing on the floor boards and it was like they where rolling. It was like some kind of fun house ride.

Then the banging started from next door on the walls. The people next door had gone for the weekend so what was that banging? Was it in-between the walls? In the duplex next door?

WHAT WAS IT DOING? Then the flames on 3 of the candle got very bright. They had not melted at all from being lit more then 7 hours before. I wanted to go outside. I was told no! Are you insane? No one goes out till morning! The rocker then started to rock. We backed away from it.

I heard all at once humming coming from the back yard. I could see the tree under the full moon. It looked like the image of a woman in the moonlight holding up branches. It was rather beautiful even though there was so much chaos. She just put out strong almost sexual energy. I felt drawn at the gaze. I then thought maybe the floor boards may have been moved by tree roots! I did the math. Dryad???

The people next door said they did there ritual work somewhat in the backyard they worked with fairies. DID THAT TREE HAVE A DRYAD?

Even with the aspect of horror I wanted to go out there. I wanted to visit with the Dryad. Is sounds odd to others but to me it would be important. Maybe I could clear up this mess.

They would not let me outside. The shaman said it can wait till morning.

When I look back at the horrible specter I think it was trying to scare us off. It was a warning.

It did want in. But if it could do all those things why did it not just force its way in? Yet it was dark in nature. Something snapped in me. If I die would it really matter? I am not sure where that thought came from. I know it’s not a healthy one.

It was odd. I felt more in tune with this world then the mundane world. I had issues.

I lay down and the floor rolled again. I did not say anything. I am sure he came back but I was in a deep sleep. I had the hurricane nightmare again. I woke up all at once! Like a bullet from a gun. Before the sun began to raise the blue light of dawn filled the room. The candles where still going not melted. My shaman friend was awake. The first thing we both did was go outside. You could see where something had scrapped at the door. Rips in the paint like someone took a nail to it. Broken tree branches where lying on the ground from where in jumped on and off the roof and strange foot prints embedded in the ground.

My shaman friend went home. I watched the sunrise. I could feel the cold mourning air and hear the birds singing into the morning. Doug came home from work at the nursing home. No idea of the gate that was opened. We warned him that it might be good to move. He said: Hell no.

That mourning I and Jen went to visit Mike in jail. I told him about the lights being off. He asked me to call his grandparents and I did. They said they get him out and come down to Fl. That day I put in some applications to get a job.

Jen needed more glasses so we went to Catholic social services. We put down our needs where glasses being we had no money. We told the priest that we destroyed all the Glasses on an Ouija board. He gave us a referral and told us next time to use plastic!

Now this was weird. We where sent to a junk hut and almost every glass in there had something weird on it form booze labels to fast food places. It did the trick she had glasses. We got good advice from a priest that said we should use plastic in our séances.

 

Next: Insanity in Monkey world

 

Inspired by Why the Neo-Pagan Chicken Crossed the Road

Fellowship of Isis "ISIS IS NO CHICKEN. SHE IS ISHTARHEN."

COG (CovHenant of the Goddess) "No, we won't come out, we're brooding. How would the Roosterarchy hendle being cooped up with nothing but Chicken feed for all we do? We don't need more than one rooster in here, and we don't care how many roads he 's crossed to get here. He's the cornsort, and that is our pecking order. We lay eggs if we choose to. We'll ???adoodle doo if choose too. He can flock off if he can't hendle it."

Woof insert "How DarwHENian!"

Voudon "Y'all don't know nothing 'bout birthing no Biddies!"

Roosterfarians "Don't Worry. Be Clucky"

Santeria "Que? Mi Pollo es Mi Pollo...Anglos loco!!"

Radical Fairies "We like our Chickens in Easter tones...chartreuse,hyacinth, blush lavendar, buttercup and rosebud...so they can PARADE across the road."

Society for Creative Anachronism "Will someone save the Chicken feathers for us...especially the rooster tails ...for our re-enactment regalia? Not that dyed stuff. We want authentic...Yes, my Lady? Right, we'll take the buttercup and do you have anything in a baby blue? ( I told you, Maevie Baby, I'm a Royal Rooster, Do you want me to look henpecked in front of the flock? ) Oh fine. We'll take some of that blush stuff...and stop looking at me like that. No, I will not unsheath my sword!"

Amber Wolfe "All I said was that most of what we know about Droosters and Druhens comes from the NeoCluckical Revival...and, that the Tuathen de Dehennen were proto-Celtic, probably. Brood about it if you want to. The Milesihens didn't fight a flock of faeries. It doesn't make sense. Can you spell Hendependent? Shamahenic? Vishenary ghenre? Cross any damn road you want to, heny way you choose. (BUT..if you bring any of those Pherrylt ???a doodles or those neFaerious tin foil shining ones down here...I'll serve 'em right back to you... SOUTHERN FRIED!)"

"And now, for something completely different..." (Monty PytHEN,numerous)

Carr-Gomm "While in America...I did see many of those engaged in Wiccan Chicken Craft...but I did not see what we call HedgeHens in Britain."

Woof insert "And you didn't see us last time, either, which is one of the reasons we're not British Chicken Colonies now." Confirm this with the Order of the Old Hen Guard, Colonial Hens, Biddies of the American Revolution, and Dixie Chicks of the Confederacy.

"Coyote pendragon note for above. The hens here did not want to be found for they thought you fowl."

R J Stewart "Traditional Methods of Chicken Roadcrossing have been long expressed Barnyardically in Britain..."

Miranda Green "Records of Chicken Craft come to us from ancient Greek sources such as Khyken Feta (possibly sharing the same root word as Fate), and from the Roman record, Pinchalotovus Henus; as well as the legends of Romhenulus and Roostersarus."

Dion Fortune "In times of great distress,their are Secret Chief Chickens who may be summoned to help the White Coop Chickens(Fair) in their ongoing battle with the Black Coop Chickens(Fowl). This is accomplished by making the proper clucks which I have discuss previously in my works Training the Adept Chicken, and The Cosmic Chicken Doctrine. Though there are other methods, which may not be revealed here; one is always able to summon the Chicken Occult Police (COP) or the Fowl Occult Police (FOP) whose task it is to preserve the Coop Mind of the Chickens against invashen."

Alan Richardson "It is little known that the New Forest witches, in England, sacrificed a chicken at the crossroads in order to prevent Hentler from invading."

John and Caitlin Matthews "In order to best avail oneself of the powerful elements of traditional British Chicken Road Crossing, one must first learn methods of pathworking with the archetypal Chicken."

Stuart Piggot "The HENges show us the proper roads to the sites of orighen for the ancient flocks. The evidhence, however, points to these being not so much a religious coop; but more of a cluck to mark the seasons. There is, still, the matter of all the chicken bone evidhence;some of which appear to be possibly three or four thoushend years old; which forhensic evidhence will soon reveal. Some are obviously more modern in orighen, as we have noted that they are indeed, still quite greasy...with some chips about, here and there..."

Pendragon "Bloody Hell! Litter in the sacred HENges! Don't take this standing up! Lie down and protect the bones of our Soverhen HENges! If there's a Chicken who wants to cross the road while we are here, we'll bloody well see that it gets to!!! Rooster call at dawn!...Bring us a pint, won't you ,Luv? Oh, and some fish and chips. All this talk of Chicken has me off me feed."

Had enough??? Sorry, still more...a bit more Trhenspershenal.

Ram Dass "Some Chickens are there to show you where you are to cross the road. Some Chickens are there to show you where you are not to cross the road. Be Hen Now.

Timothy Leary "Chickens are the roadcrossing pioneers on the frontiers of Chicken Consciousness! Tune in. Turn on, and Cross the road."

Sheldon Kopp? "If you meet the Chicken on the road. Eat it."

Scott Peck "The wise Chicken crosses the road less travelled."

The Maharishi "The Western Chicken is Awake,"

if you bring henny more of that blisshenny nonhense back here...you'll find a sleeping giant who is no Chicken."

Alan Watts "Easthen and Westhen crossing the same roads without a blhended zhen awareness are soon cooped and reflecting...morass."

Fritz Perls "I am I. You are you. The Chicken is the Chicken. If, by chance, we find each other. It's Barbeque."

Sigmund Freud "Sometime a Chicken is just a Chicken."

Carl Jung "The Chicken, as archetype, reflects the symbolic crossing of the reflected dream road toward hentegration ...."

Joseph Campbell "The many masks of the Courtly Chicken are romantically preshented in the works of the coopadours, such as Chritihen de Poulet. Here we find the Round Coop, The Fowl Quest, The Questing Biddy, Coop Perilous, Camelhen, Cockalot, and, Merlhen and Hennian."

J Z Knight "Ramtha has revealed to me that he is a 35,000 year old Rooster! He wants new coops built and a processing plant and a CONcesshen stand and..."

Jose Arguelles "The MayHen CalHendar reveals exact dates for the Harmonic CON Pollo!"

Lynn Andrews "I have been initiated {by vision} into the sistercoop of shamhenic chickens, I am now empowered to initiate you in the shamanic hen ancient methods {SHAM} Each initiation is personal, sacred, private, and so participation is limited ..300 hendividuals at 300 clucks each."

Jean Houston "While I have had to admit that I don't actually have two PhDs (Doctor of Philosophy of Hen Dancing) I have spent three decades researching the Great Mysteries of the Possible Chicken. After all, I am Jean Houston!!!"

"And that was always enough for the Brood."

Anne Rice "The Compte de Coop, Victor Von Fowl, waited in the shadows for just the right, plump, hennocent,and unclucked biddy- to cross it's final road; yielding forever to the unspeakable powers ..."

Ray Buckland "Read my Complete Collection of Chicken Craft! Seax Roostercraft, Ancient Scottish MoorHen Magickkkkk,and Pickin Chicken. Oh yes, read my wife's books,too {witch one are you, henny?) She wrote them all by herself,too! Voodoo Fowl and Gypsy Chicken. No, they are not cookbooks."

CHAS Clifton (Editorial Rooster) "If you enjoyed Chicken Craft Today, you'll love my newest work!!!Paghen RoadCrossing Chickens Running Around With Their Heads Cut Off!!! Collected from the most popular Wiccan Chickens running around on the road right now!!! {Don't expect to see that Wolfe Bitchen...tell me she won't edit her stuff for ???erels and biddies cruising the malls...clucking hendependents."

Kissmyass Steponwitch "It is written in the sacred keys of the FaeryFowl...

You can fowl all of the Chickens some of the time.

You can fowl some of the Chickens all of the time.
But you can't fowl all of the Chickens all of the time."

1. Payusfasterus Tharontuus, trusted sinaisee, from the Dung Hangdh,432BCE

DJ CONway "Slavic...no Nordic...no...Celtic Sham Henic...no...ChickenWiccan!...no BY COOP,NEST And...no...Magickal....no...SHAMAGICKAL CHICKEN CCRAFT...maybe...The Mystical, Magickal, Mythical Chicken: The Familiar Chicken Shaman!...maybe... By my way to the Highway...almost...BY MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY: THE ONE WAY ROAD TO SHAMHENIC/WICCAN CHICKEN!!!"

Edain McCoy "Irish Chicken Shitta...Out of the Frying Pan and into the Burning Times. Sacred,Secret Sauced, W-less Irish Spells and Sells. Ancient Instant Traditional Shake and Bake. Rescued Roadkill Recipes for Chicken Craft...Shite, persecuted again. Droosterarachy Demonizes DefHensless Irish Range Fowl. Sheiaht. .....Witch Fairies To Scare You Sehensless....Ancient Wit...oops, Genuine Fairy Witch Familiars. Darby O'Gullible and The ChristHen/ Drooster /Persecutions. Cry Fowl!!!" In his Marvellous Book of the Phfairyllt Chicken...Tortured Chicken with Mashed Potaightodbh....' "Now...despite Drooster persecution...Chroostihen...Vikhenes, Normhens...and aacademics clucking fowl...AutHENtic Celtic Mythen Magick : Henpecking the Sacred Witt...Wiccan Chicken Pan thee On. ExtHENsive lists of all the Celtic Hens and Roosters. Very nearly 50 flocks of biddies...and a few ???s...not Droosters..who are being dressed for ancient traditions of Wit...Road Crossing Craft. Only persecuted Wiccan Chickens will compreHENd the sacrifice...Hence,no Droosters or Droohens."

Dungless Mutantmonroe "I say I have...and you don't know how I have...and you don't know where I have...19th...18th...17th...16th...15th...14th...let's try 13th !! century wwelshed deal authentic complete BLUE BOOK of the Feralt Chicken. It has everything to teach the Chicken Littles my way...but it's not my Blue Book... it is my humble honor to be the editor of this "vast Frankenstein". I was chosen. I am the Chosen One...didn't you read my...I mean that god and hero of all Druidism.'s..it's not a forgery...I don't even know who Morgannwg is...never heard of him. This was written by someone else hundreds of years before you say it happened, anyway. You can't prove it. Cock a diddle doo. I'm the Cock of the Walk. I still have the battle of the trees and the Gorchan of Maeldrew to do. Just look how I put the Book of the Pheryllt Chicken in the Library of Congress! I don't care if it's the back door. It's my way, anyway. Pay atHENtion! All the Chicken Littles love me. They think I am a God. They love my "pedagogic" methods. (Mutantmonroe, numerous)."

My books can give them whatever their little chicken heart' s desire. I don't care what's good for them. I tell them what they want to hear and show them how to cook up their very own Chicken catch the story. They can fix their own drood chicken with pumpkins and potatoes and mistletoe...not in harmful doses...if they do what I say... if they have a mind to. If they have no mind at all...what do I care? Crow about that if you want to. Cock a diddle doo. Come and watch me do the ancient Chicken Ghost Dance of the Druids. Don't you love that Druid twist? "Dannwniau". I took your Dana Earth Mother and your IAU Solar Diety and put Annwn to make a dark hole of chaos. I don't care about the moon. It is inferior. I like women in their place and men in mine! If the Lakota think I stole their sacred Ghost Dance, they can write a letter to me at NewForest Centre...oh dear, my mistake. They can write me at The American Institute in Ixtapa, Mexico (European Based Celtic Shamanic Studies!!!). If that doesn't find me, they can send their complaints to my publisher. Someone knows where to send my 10% of all that chicken feed. Those redskins don't worry me. They don't care about you Chicken Wiccans and Droosters. You can't find me anyway. Oooooo oooh, steamed Chickens. Cluck, cluck,cluck. You can't track me down, high and mighty Barnyard Droosters and Druhens. What do those primitive Lakota have that you don't ? Cockadiddle doo!

 

 

Wilmont Part 7 continued from 1

“When it rains it pours.”

The duplex was now being moved into. I will go into a bit more detail. I found them a sofa and some furniture that was being thorn out down the street. Free was a good price. It was being tossed out because the owner of that house had committed suicide a month before. It was in good shape and they had a budget of zero.

I gave them an extra TV I had in my closet at my parents house and even went to what was left in my savings to help turn the lights on. He had racked up a 300 buck light bill. Also someone had stole mikes identity and had racked up 200 of it in Tampa when he has his personal information stolen 3 years before. Being they don’t really do proper background checks in Fl. Before utilities are turned on all someone needed was your personal info. They had 3 days to move. That afternoon, I went to flea market with my Shaman friend got them some pictures for the walls and some things so the inside would look nice. I feel if a home looks like a home one might be willing to take care of it. I was now broke but that’s life for you.

While moving out that night havoc went on. The friend that was helping them move had backed up on a basket ball court hoop that those kids left in the middle of the road! I don’t think people think when you live in a community area that roads and sidewalks are public and should not leave things in them.

Anyhow a woman that looked like she stepped straight out of Hee haw dumpster land runs up. “U’ed backed upped into my soons thing.” Same woman who had the kid who had stole the bike.

I said. FIRST OFF LADY, YOU’RE CHILDREN A DILEQUET AND I FEEL THE APPLE DOES NOT FALL TO FAR FROM THE TREE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT WHERE YOU CAN PUT THAT HOOP! I could smell Pot coming from there trailer. She said: I am gonna get the cops! Your right let me call the cops I have a lot to say to them about your ways and setting traps in a public road. She then said. “You’d anit nothing but trouble. You #!$#!$%^&$!. “

I felt a rage inside me for all the problems I had here at this ignorant trailer park. Before she could say another word I talked forward “I don’t recommend doing what your about to read if you have a gift it’s cruel. If I could do it over it would differ.”

I said quietly looking her direct in her eyes. “Now mind you, one of my eyes is white when I do this so I am told that can be something disturbing.” I locked into her and she stood there like a rat looking into the eyes of a snake. I pulled up the first things in my head. I said: I can see your soul. I could list your countless deeds. I think you need an understanding. When your father drank himself to death and you had to watch it did it feel good? Did it feel good when you watched your Grandmother take all those pills after? You saw both take a last breath in your lifetime. You could have prevented both. They suffer you know… They walk this plane twisted and waiting for you to die so they can torture your soul for all eternity. You can run but you can’t hide. One day you will die and they will come for you. They think you are raising bastards. You have no self control or morals. In reality, they did not wander but “did visit her and thought she could do better” I could see into her and I was pissed. She ran into the house crying and screaming. Problem solved.

I was told later by friends down the road this woman became devoutly religious afterwards dealing with me.

She married a man in her church and got very involved in her children’s lives and got a GED. One of friends Mom’s is friends with her.

She seems to have a happy life now. I have no idea if I had anything to do with it. Maybe she had enough of being stupid. Who knows? Who cares?

I still regret my actions. I am much older now and would rather not scare people. Today, I would just dump a bucket of water on her head or just steal wheels off her house. At most I rather help people then destroy them.

My shaman friend said after Wow you’re like a ghetto Jedi! Great I thought, I used the ghetto side of the force. I could hear that slow dramatic star wars music in my head.

Anyhow, we moved as much as we could that night. During the night the landlord went into the trailer and helped himself to what he had wanted. I knew it was him and filed a police report. The cops told him he could not do that and the landlord was pissed. He was a dirt bag in my eyes.

I burst into his office and said in less you want to go to jail this report says you have to give the things back. I was clad in black with my sun glasses. He said I don’t have to do nothing. I said ok I will come back with the cops. He said you won’t because I bet you have warrants. I never did anything but it tells me about your world. He then said: You’re not on the lease so I don’t have to talk to you. I said: You do have to talk to me for today I am this groups avenging angel. I said you have 5 mins to return what you took. He said I am going to call the cops. You do that, I said. While you’re calling them I will be going down there.

We got in the car and were heading towards the police station. He got in his car and started to follow. When we got there they said he had to return what he took. I wanted to press charges against the guy but could not because I was not on the lease. He thought because he had cop friends he could get me tossed in jail but they could not because I did nothing wrong. I knew the law very well. I knew it better then this guy. Small town lynch Justice failed this guy. Not to speak of my ex sister law was a Cop and I was still friends with her. I had as much inside as he did. I had another friend also that became a cop after high school. So we where balanced out.

We went back got all but the rug. I was pissed that was a 2000 buck antique rug was missing. That rug belonged to Doug I knew this scumbag hid it but there was nothing I could do. I cursed the rug. I said to landlord may whoever keep that rug know nothing but tragedy. Everything was said and done. I still hold a grudge somewhat today.

Later that night Mike buried the frozen cat. It was something I like to forget.

I found it all Eerie and disturbing. No emotion of loss. I was the only one upset.

I stayed over that night. During the night I heard next what sounded like child laughing coming from another bedroom. This took me off guard. Then I heard a sewing machine for 20 seconds. Something was going on in this side of the duplex what I had no idea. I know what ghosts are I have seen them many times in my life.

 

I went into the hall and almost like a wind moved past me when I opened the bathroom door. This place gets stranger and stranger I thought. I was not scared I was upset. I had been though so much and now they where in a house with spirits. I looked out the bathroom window and saw what looked list mist in the shape of a child walking backwards up towards the hill. The large tree was waving back and forth. The wind sounded like voices. They noise was Whispers that rang out in the wind. I watched this for about a half hour. It looked like a ghostly ballet of figures moving in the fog and the whispers got louder in the wind. They knew I knew. They had been waiting a long time. I dreamt that night of an old woman sewing a pillow. I woke up the next day and felt like I had no sleep.

I went back to the sofa and crashed.

The next day was surreal.

The people on the other side came over. Hi! They said. I noted the pentagram ah must be Pagans I thought to myself. I said are you Wiccans? How do you know they said?

They where shocked I think that I knew. This was the Deep South after all. “I note throughout this country many Pagans and magick people end up on the outside of society.”

Well your pentagram you’re wearing for one.

Most when they see a pentagram in the south they think you’re Jewish or a Satanist I had learned.

OH!! They said. Yes we are! We are Fairy Wiccans. This was my first encounter with a fairy Wiccan.

I had met Wiccans but never there branch.

Are you one they asked?

No I am not I am not but I get called a Crowley bastard every once in a while.

I had to say that being it was to much fun not to. I asked do you have a coven. They said we used to but after a while it fell though. I had to admit I was curious but I had things to do.

After polite talk and weather they skipped off into there house.

I got the yard back in shape and got the tree branches off the roof.

The duplex no longer looked abandoned. Even the inside was cleaned up.

The yard was fixed up and the people next door where nice and everything was looking better for a bit.

We turned the back laundry room into a room for Clarence. He wanted it. I had no idea why. He would stay in the living room most of the time.

This place reminded me more of a tree house then a normal place to live.

Dough took the weird back bedroom and Jen and mike took the other room.

D would sometimes stay in the living room. I would sometimes stay over in the living room.

It was fun for a bit. It looked normal “in a way” and it was clean....Till one day we went into the backyard and wanted to explore the old shed and get rid of the wasp nest inside as well.

I took out my raid went in like a commando killing all the wasp being stung twice.

The backyard was weird. It had a hill and a well. Fl. is flat. In the shed was filled with old antique furniture and an old journal. I had to read my own diary at that time to remember all of this being this was years ago.

An old book caught my eyes. I picked it up and began to read.

It was normal in the start. It all started to unfold to the idea of worse quickly. Towards the end it got weird. It read “I know the truth of this place. They killed my husband in the yard. The Sheriff killed my husband in the yard! It was covered up. They say he is missing but he was killed. I have no one that will listen to me. I lost my baby and I tossed her down the well I did not want my mother to know I was with my husband’s child. It would be hard to remarry. I want to end my life. I can see my husband on this hill at night.." All the pages ripped out after. THIS FREAKED ME OUT!

Was this real? Is this fiction? This was written in the 1970’s. Power lead up to this shed and it had running water. This was at one time a fishing house. I could tell. I felt cold and horrified.

The journal was creepy and it was her descent into madness. I found many odd pictures with it. Some of the pictures where holiday parties others had weird distortions. The shed looked like it was a shack someone lived in it at one time.

This place was built here by fisherman it had looked like. This was an old part of town and places like this are common in this area. It was most likely a fisherman's house in the 50's.

Jen said this old stuff is very nice let’s take it back to the house!

We took the furniture back to the house. Then more weird things began to happen that day. The rocker that they brought down would rock itself and the TV would act weird. It would shut it self off or turn it self on.

It was making sentences turning on and off. It would break up what they where saying on TV. I heard from the TV : We are waiting. Come here.

I did not know it but next door was another friend from high school. He saw me and ran over. Hey how’s it going? It was nice to see my friend. He said what brings you here?

Oh we rented the duplex next to you. He was living in the run down giant house next door.

He Said. THAT HOUSE? The last person who lived there a long time was an old woman. Could never be rented right after. She fell in the living room hit the fireplace and died. They found her a week later after her cats where eating on her. Afterwards some people from Alabama moved in tore it up. They sort of went insane and left in the middle of the night.

That place has a history he said. What I asked? Not to worry he said I don’t want to talk about it.

I said do you want to join us for dinner. He said: I will pass. He turned sort of white and went into the old house next door. That house was weird to. It was grand at one time and now it was a huge wreck. You could see where bad handiwork had taken place on it.

That night we had spaghetti for dinner that I had made and I told what I found out about this place so far.

The hill that night was covered in moving fog like the night before but this time it was stronger.

The next day Mike went back to jail concerning unpaid tickets being turned in by the mayor himself. In hope that Jen would come home. It was not that I think he cared as much as this made him look bad. The next day the power was disconnected it was never explained why.

Jen quit school on the same day. The phone was never turned on.

They where all without any of the normal things people need to live. I suspect it was Jens fathers doing.

It was a sad solemn feeling I had.

I was filled with a great deal of angst. I spent money that I needed for nothing.

You could not get ahead no matter what you did. Things just kept going downward.

Jen said you know about ghost and stuff let’s have a séance!! I said no way! She begged and I caved in.

“Perhaps it’s the curse of Merlin to listen to pretty young women and there request.”

I have to get the house stable first. I said.

I and my shaman friend went to get what we needed.

I went back to my parents house got candles, hamburger, oil lamps and oil. We also got my parents ice chest. We also got a bottle of apple jack.

I looked though my mothers books found a way to break the nexus of the area.

Little did I know that was the worse thing I could do. I thought by opening a portal I could talk directly to what was there.

“I was right but some things you should not talk to.”

I found the stick I needed from the tree outside and began the spell. I said the words with force and all my angst behind it. I even added my own words. When I broke the stick I had shattered the reality that was there completely. I could feel it merge. I accidentally cut myself with a knife.

Blood was flowing out of me like a wine in a broken bottle. I said I might as well experiment with this I saved some of my blood in a cup. I am not going top cut myself again for a long while.

It was a hot night but cool inside. It was bone cold inside I watched the rocker go back and forth. I lit up the house and began to start the BBQ. The fire rose high and was bright blue. YOU COULD NOT COOK ON IT! When it went down after a half hour I made hamburgers on blue flame.

I took the board out of the fire place. It had a stain on it that was rust colored. It was a blood stain. Was it the woman who lived here before? I did not know.

I think the stain was hers. We sat right where her body had lain.

Now I was in my early 20’s I had never done anything like this in a horrible method before. I did work magick but not in this method. I was angry! I felt self destructive. Most of all I was ignorant and stupid.

I am not glorified in what I did. If anything I am rather ashamed about it.

I then next made an Ouija board with a dark blue magic marker and my blood with a que tip. I put every magick symbol I could think of on the other side of the board you could think of. I blessed it in tobacco from my cigar and breath being I had no incense. I was told by my shaman friend later that’s how you charge items you take into war.

I put the board to the side and had dinner by candle light calmly.

We then started the séance after I went around the duplex blessing it with some alcohol. I then commanded a magick circle with my shaman friend.

We where all at the board now waiting with a round glass on top no one had put there fingers on it yet and the glass almost had a hum to it. I, Jen, and the shaman sat there looking at the glass. We knew that we where not alone. I had felt almost manipulated to get to this point. The hall began to fill with fog.

The candle light started to turn blue and sit at top of the wick.

I felt something was coming forward something twisted…

Next part: The spirits come forward.

 I am not Wiccan but my own sect of my descent via my family. I try to cling to lables when I can. I do like the word Occult because it means hidden knowledge. We differ greatly. I do research Wicca. I note I am not Anti-Wiccan. Yet, I feel in fure all that may be left will be Wicca so I record there real history.

This bit of history deals with The wiccan rede and where it comes from. All the information sited can be traced with ease. 

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This poem, sometimes erroneously called the Wiccan Rede, was transmitted by Lady Gwen Thompson, founder of The New England Coven of Tradionalist Wicca, and first published in Green Egg Magazine Vol III #69, 1975. The author is said to be Lady Thompson's grandmother, Adriana Porter, written originally in 1910 (however, there is some skepticism surrounding its date and origin).

Even if it was 1910 it would not have been in mass use or be as old as many say it is. Witchcraft never had a single code.

Lady Gwen Thomson (1928-1986), a hereditary witch from New Haven, Connecticut (USA), attributed this text to Adriana Porter, her paternal grandmother, who, as she stated "was well into her 90's when she crossed over into the Summerlands in 1946." Thomson was the primary teacher of The New England Coven of the Traditionalist Witches (N.E.C.T.W.), which she founded in 1972, although her teachings were brought to the public in the late 1960's. This tradition was a combination of her family's tradition blended with popular occultism.

This style of te art wascomon being Witches used what they could get a hold of in information at that time. No rules but the self. 

This was the first time the Rede was publicly referred to as a "rede" (guideline).

Joseph B. Wilson, publisher of the first witchcraft newsletter in the US (The Waxing Moon) and who for many years acted as a central networking hub for correspondence, contacts, etc., shared with that Lady Gwen was one of his early correspondents. Although Wilson could not remember much about her, he recalled that he shared a good bit of his own information from his mentors with her -- which by some accounts has since ended up as part of her adapted hereditary lineage. Mr. Wilson was also able to confirm two other important links to Valiente's Rede influence on the Porter/Thomson Rede:

1) Wilson clearly remembers reprinting Valiente's words in The Waxing Moon. Since his archive was lost several years ago, he could not give an exact date, but it would have been circa 1965-1966.

2) Gwen Thompson was a subscriber to The Waxing Moon.

Although this offers some links to a possible influence of Valiente's Rede in the development of Lady Gwen's rede, it is not conclusive and so we are left with three likely scenarios:

1) Lady Gwen's stated history of her version of the Rede is accurate and was written by her grandmother. This will raise the question: If the passing of Adriana Porter came before the publishing of Gardner's first book containing elements of witchcraft ritual (High Magic's Aid, 1949) and after Gardner is said to have been initiated by "Old Dorothy Clutterbuck" in 1939, then could they share a common source? Or could one have perhaps inspired the Rede from the other? I could find no evidence to support or deny this.

2) Lady Gwen adapted a poem written by her grandmother, adding more Wiccan-like elements. Since the tradition Lady Gwen taught is freely described as an adaptation of her hereditary tradition it is quite possible that Valiente's Rede influenced some of the rewording of Adriana Porter's poem, perhaps even unconsciously doing so.

3) The entire history of Lady Gwen's Rede was made up to add a sense of lineage and credibility to her established tradition. his was common being most witchcraft is oral and not written. The questionable claims of family-based initiations pre-dating Gardner were not un-common and readily abused, "Not to say hey where not real just lacking ininformation.: so the accuracy of Thomson's claim will always remain somewhat debatable without documentation.

Some think she took it from Doreen Valiente. She had a whole host of stuff she would write.

It was said you would submit on the letter train. Letter trains where the news in witchcraft in those days.

I was told.

Witch poems would get around everywhere being witches used to trade information to rebuild what they where doing. Even before Gardener was here. In my family. We knew other Witches. There was a small network. 99% dead today. It just was not in the open. Many where very lonely if you met one it was a wonderful feeling. It was rare but did happen. It also did mean you get along also. We never needed covens or redes to have Witches. We never used the word wicca. Many did not know what Wicca was untill Gardener. Many used the words Witch for women, Wyzard for male, "YI-zard" not Wizard "way-zard" Wizard differs as we talked about, "That "way" and that "y" are huge change between." Some atempted in the early 70's to use these terms but it was thought it would confuse people being they where so close. Many just say witch today. Fine but I remember by my mother. I also don't think we need lables. I taught that way to. I use my term "if have to" to respect women being the womans mystery is not a male mystery. We work together.:) My Grandparents loved to visit the smaller groups of wiccans in the 70's and leave ideas but not change them. Many did this. They needed to evolve with free will.

You will know older Pagans by how they behave talk, and example.

The words that go with the culture they follow being my view is it is something you earn. Almost every branch today has something of a cousin between even if they don't want to admit it. This was done being many wanted to fill blanks. There was a time where there where more students then teachers. It's rare to see something unbroken. Almost everything has been afected.

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Yet, look what I found. LOL

The first recorded mention of the Wiccan Rede in the eight-word form popular today, at least that I have been able to discover thus far, was in a speech by Doreen Valiente on October 3, 1964 at what may have been the first  witches' dinner organized in modern history. The event was sponsored by Pentagram, a quarterly newsletter and "witchcraft review" started and published by Gerard Noel in 1964.

Demanding tolerance between covens as well as toward the outside world, Doreen spoke the Anglo-Saxon witch formula called the Wiccan Rede or wise teaching: "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil, An' it harm none, do what ye will."

Valiente's "Eight Words" quote was also published in volume one (1964) of the Pentagram, the UK newsletter that hosted the event and as will be discussed later was subsequently published beween circa 1965 and 1966 in the United States in The Waxing Moon newsletter. In 1965 the Rede was again quoted without references in Justine Glass' book Witchcraft, The Sixth Sense:

The other, only slightly less important belief of the witches is in hurtlessness; an article of faith also of the ancient Huna religion, which is thought to have originated in Africa and traveled across the world, by way of Egypt and India to Hawaii. The kahunas taught that the only sin was to hurt either oneself or someone else. The Wiccan Rede (i.e. Counsel or advice of the Wise Ones) is: 'An ye harm no one, do what ye will.'

Sadly no reference is given but since Glass had quoted from Pentagram earlier in that chapter it is quite possible that her above mention of the Rede derived from something inspired by Valiente's speech in 1964. The wording is a bit different from that speech, but this may have been due to the usual changes that occur when information is passed via word of mouth or as the author recalled the quote from memory. Since Glass had an advertisement calling for help in her research which was printed in the same issue of Pentagram (and on the very same page) as Valiente's "Eight Words" quote, this is a likely source.

Rede of the Wiccae - Being known as the Counsel of the Wise Ones

First printing ever 1975 Green egg

1. Bide the Wiccan laws ye must in perfect love and perfect trust
2. Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give.
3. Cast the Circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out
4. To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
5. Soft of eye an light of touch, speak little, listen much
6. Deosil go by the waxing moon, sing an dance the Wiccan Rune.
7. Widdershins go when Moon doth wane, An the werewolves howl by the dread wolfsbane.
8. When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to her times two.
9. When the moon rides at her peak, then your heart's desire seek.
10. Heed the North wind's mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail
11. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
12. When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
13. When the West wind blows o'er thee Departed spirits restless be.
14. Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
15. Elder be ye Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
16. When the wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
17. When the wheel hath turned a Yule, light the log and let Pan rule.
18. Heed ye flowers, bush an tree, by the Lady blessed be.
19. Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth ye'll know.
20. When ye have need, harken not to others greed
21. With the fool no season spend, or be counted as his friend.
22. Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
23. Mind ye Threefold law ye should, three times bad an three times good.
24. When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow.
25. True in love ever be, unless thy lover's false to thee.
26. Eight words the Wicca Rede fulfill, 'An it harm none, do what ye will.'

Untill the mid 1980's all over the world many covens had redes that all had a differ in them. Those that follow Gerald are taught the version we know now are taught of fake tales about it. As we know Gerald never knew of the rede and no one had ever spoke of it before the 70's besides a small mention of 64.

Alex Saunders who loved Crowleys works, working in channel, and whatever he could get his paws on with a big smile did have mention. The tail end anyhow. He may have helped along what we know of the rede today.

Circa 1970/1971, Alex Sanders composed a series of lectures written by himself and others which were privately distributed as a course for novices in Alexandrian Wicca, a tradition Sanders founded. In the essay entitled The Book of Shadows, it is mentioned that during first degree initiation, The Book [of Shadows] is closed in front of him [the one being initiated] and he is shown the cover, on which is often written the motto of Wicca: "An it harm none - do what ye will."

Many took all of this as hundreds of years old being they thought thats what they where being taught.

When the new kids started to learn they did not know anything.

They where made to copy this rede by hand and given a speach on it's age. This was taught over and over in mixed truth. 

Many covens have taught the rede few know the history being it was lost being no one asked. My point is it should not be the only focus of moral. It needs to be taught as a recent source or a Coven should comeup with there own ideal.

Witchcraft is not a art of sheep.

Many can repeat it few know it is a idea of "ethics" and not law. It was a poem to help you think. Thats all. It was not a rule.

These lectures that give a clue were published in the book The Alex Sanders Lectures in 1984 but were in private circulation since the 1970's. This is the only reference to the wording of the Rede in Sander's published material, although he had made reference to Crowley's "Do what thou wilt" phrase in Stewart Farrar's What Witches Do (1971).

Now when it comes to the origin of the Alexandrian tradition of Wicca, there is much controversy. Alex claimed to have been initiated into the Craft by his grandmother at the age of seven, which was later determined to be a hoax. "As one knows we protect children but we don't give them guns." Now  had that at 7 but was given no anything. I think he based his story off a dead trad. There is also much debate as to how he was able to obtain a copy of the Gardnerian Book of Shadows which he had passed off as his own while incorporating additional elements of ritual magic into it. The point to be made here is simply that Sander's teachings were heavily influenced by Gardner's work among others and that this reference to a witches' motto may have derived from Valiente's Rede assuming the wording in the lecture was not altered at a later date prior to its compilation and publishing in 1984 - long after the Rede's widespread dissemination.

I learned this mid 90's. I had talked with a crone who was visiting us.  She was 88 years old. I had never met anyone that nice again in my life. She was a friendof my Grandmother that would go with her on her adventures to say the least. She was this little 4 foot thing with her giant hat and huge purse and a ton of amber jewerly. She told me she hadto wear that much amber on both sides so she wouldnot fall over. She was fun. I asked about all of this in rede. She was not wiccan but watched. I said what was it like without the rede? I told her My wiccan friend said that it was made to stop chaos. She founfd this funny and said.: "A student will be as the teacher. If you give the student a example they will learn from it.

No amount of words can change the example."

The key she said she found when she had went to India.

She spoke with a guru who told her it is not always what we teach them is what they remember. They remember who the teacher is when they are lost. This stayed with me.

She also said, she showed how ethics work.

She said to me. "Common sense is the rule as you said. The reason we have rules is not everyone has common sense."

She also told me.: You do what you have to. If someone does not have ethics don't teach them. You will learn but don't give up and showing them what light is forthem to have ethics. You can feel a persons heart. She also told me. At that time I could not grasp what she was trying to tell me. I wrote in my journey.

ONE OF MY TEACHERS MAKES A EXAMPLE OUT OF ME IN WHAT NOT TO DO! LOL

Below is a quick timeline for various sources, inspirations, or appearances of the Rede or related events. .
Note: First Publication dates given for all books unless otherwise noted.

Date Source Quote/Notes
1534 Francois Rabelais' novel Gargantua "DO AS THOU WILT because men that are free, of gentle birth, well bred and at home in civilized company possess a natural instinct that inclines them to virtue and saves them from vice. This instinct they name their honor."
(Crowley's Inspiration)

1901 Pierre Louÿs's The Adventures of King Pausole (English version in 1919) I. Do no wrong to thy neighbor.
II. Observing this, do as thou pleasest.
(Gardner's Inspiration)

1904 Crowley's The Book of the Law "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law."
(Possible influence on Gardner and others familiar with O.T.O. or Crowley)

1946 (various sources) Adriana Porter, who is said to have written the version of the Rede printed in 1975 in Green Egg, dies.

1952-1953 Doreen Valiente's The Rebirth of Witchcraft Doreen Valiente meets (1952) and is initiated (1953) by Gardner. (If Valiente did not write Rede, any sources could possibly predate this time.)
1956 Gerald Gardner's The Meaning of Witchcraft "[Witches] are inclined to the morality of the legendary Good King Pausol, "Do what you like so long as you harm no one".
(This is the first book on "modern" witchcraft to site the ethics of witchcraft.)
1957-1961 The Old Laws, Gerald Gardner's Gardnerian (public) Book of Shadows: (Section D.1 ) "And for long we have obeyed this law, 'Harm none'"
(Reflect general consensus that Witches did not tend to have a desire to cause harm.)

1964 (various sources) Gerald Gardner dies.

1964 Doreen Valiente Speech "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil, An' it harm none, do what ye will."
(First time Rede as we know it today mentioned publicly?)
1964 Pentagram newsletter published by Gerard Noel in UK "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil,
An' it harm none, do what ye will."

1965 Justine Glass' Witchcraft, The Sixth Sense "The Wiccan Rede (i.e. Counsel or advice of the Wise Ones) is: 'An ye harm no one, do what ye will.'"
Note wording is different.
(First book I have found to mention the Rede)

circa 1965-66 The Waxing Moon newsletter published by Joseph B. Wilson in USA Joseph Wilson clearly remembers reprinting Valiente's words in The Waxing Moon but he could not give an exact date as sadly his archive had been lost several years ago.

1969 and 1971 Hanz Holzer's The Truth About Witchcraft Mentioned Doreen

Valiente's 1964 Speech and quotes the Rede.
"Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil, An' it harm none, do what ye will."
(Although this book is now out of print and lost popularity as Wicca became more publicly known, this was the first book to give insight into the various types of modern witches at a time when this information was not widely available, and peaked much interest in the public.)

Circa 1970/71 Alex Sander's lecture on the Book of Shadows "the motto of Wicca: 'An it harm none - do what ye will."(This could have influenced early Alexandrians and possibly others)

1971 Stewart Farrar's What Witches Do The last chapter of the book (excluding the appendices) ends as follows:
"So I end as the Book of Shadows begins:
Eight words the Wiccan rede fulfill:
An it harm none, do what you will."

1973 Doreen Valiente's An ABC of Witchcraft Past and Present "[Witches'] morality can be summed up in one sentence, 'Do what you will, so long as it harms none.'"

1973 Dr. Leo Louis Martello, Witchcraft: The Old Religion "Witch credo 'And ye harm none do what thou wilt'"
(Mentions the "credo" was published in a student newspaper, The Villanovan, in

1972)
1975 Lady Gwen Thompson, Green Egg magazine, Vol. III. No. 69 (Ostara 1975) Last line of her Rede Of The Wiccae:
"26. Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill - An' it harm none, Do what ye will."
(This was the most visible appearance of the Rede to date.)

1978 Doreen Valiente’s Witchcraft for Tomorrow "Eight Words the Wiccan Rede fulfil: An it harm none, do what ye will. This can be expressed in more modern English as follows: Eight words the Witches' Creed fulfil: If it harms none, do what you will."
Longer poem, the Witches' Creed also introduced.
(First book by a well established Witch to print the Rede?)

Chances are Doreen Valiente, who had edited much of Gardner's work, came up with the Rede using Gardner's material. I am doubtful, however, that Gardner actually wrote the Rede himself. Although "harm none" is mentioned several times in the Craft Laws released by Gardner around 1961, the only reason given is that any harm could be blamed on witches and thus encourage further witch hunts.

But when one of our oppressors die, or even be sick, ever is the cry, "This be Witches Malice," and the hunt is up again. And though they slay ten of their people to one of ours, still they care not; they have many thousands, while we are few indeed. So it is Aredan that none shall use the Art in any way to do ill to any, however much they have injured us. And for long we have obeyed this law, "Harm none" and now times many believe we exist not. So it be Aredan that this law shall still continue to help us in our plight. No one, however great an injury or injustice they receive, may use the Art in any to do ill or harm any.

The conection makes no sense and Gerald never had it as they claim.

If there had been a standard ethical stance in the Craft why were there no specifics in the public contents of the Gardnerian Book of Shadows? I doubt it was withheld due to secrecy given that an entire section is dedicated to the importance of working skyclad, a much more risqué topic to make public than a simple ethical statement.

However, the version of the Rede by Adriana Porter - if Thomson's claim is true - would have had to have been written before Porter's death in 1946. Although I could find no mention of it prior to its 1975 debut in Green Egg, that does not discount the possibility that it was in private circulation much earlier and that such a copy had inspired Valiente's 1964 speech.

Sadly, Gardner, Valiente, Porter and Thomson have all passed on leaving these questions largely unanswerable. Despite the fuzzy history of the Wiccan Rede, one thing is certain; as Wicca became more readily available, the Rede took a prominent - and needed - place in Wiccan literature. As more and more solitaries and non-traditionalists began to practice the Craft without formal initiations, the Rede ensured that the essence of Wiccan ethics was fostered and a core belief in a very open and flexible religion was established.

Today much emphasis is placed on the Rede, Karma and the Three-fold law, sometimes to the point of fundamentalism. Perhaps coming from predominantly Christian backgrounds we needed the comforting structure of the moral rules we were used (conditioned?) to, or perhaps our constant battle with the public to reclaim the term "witch" from its negative stereotype forced us to begin to over emphasize our morality in hopes of placating those who would subdue us. Going back to the King Pausole reference in The Meaning of Witchcraft, Gardner stated that witches were inclined to a morality of harm none, not that they were bound to it. Today the Rede is often elevated to the status of law.

HAVE HONOR AND HONOR WILL PROTECT YOU. :) What you put in is what you get out.

Many, Many such things are now lost.

You have to make up your mind.

I hope this history lesson was enjoyied. 

Reflective pool of truth "Lesson of the true divine"

Based on a story told to me from my childhood.

There was a lady fair and sweet as the heavens and pure of heart as a woman could. She would go to the reflective pool to seek truth and each day she would stare and see new children being born and new stars being made and this was her wonder her purity.

She wondered what the water did taste like. Was it cold? Was it sweet or was it poison or warm like the sun?

She dare not taste but instead spend hours looking into the crystal blue.

The fancy would soon fade and she would go back into the stare at the water. The thought of the taste would fade as all her thoughts did.

The water was warm and beautiful like that of the rays of the sun as she would place her fingers in it.

A grand illusion, a gift only the Gods could understand, a grand mystery, to drink of life. She would dance among

the pool side. Each step a moment only to fade. The sun felt good and she knew she was safe by the pool side. The man in black did approach her one-day and had watched her watch life in the pool.

He walked up and she was startled. Her peace had broken her train of thought gone. The man in Black did ask her what

she was watching. The lady fair said: It is the greatest thing I see life. The Man in black said: May I watch as well? Oh Yes! : Said the

Lady Fair. She was overjoyed that another was to see what she could.

They watched the mortals put on a grand play. One was to be the sun and the other the moon. As they watched they went into there lines and the lady fair said what a funny play. No said the man in black it is a horrible play. The lady fair was shocked.

This man comes she shares her gift and he mocks her so.

Why do you say such a thing? She says shocked.

The man in black pointed behind the audience. She saw in the

first time in her pool Starving children watching the play from the street. They where laughing at the play but she could see the lives they live where quite awful. Thin, ragged and sick they did watch. They did not have the glory like the other mortals she watched.

Who are they She asked? Why have I not

seen such sites before? The man in black said: They are always there. They know no age or gender. They are the people the pool was made for.

Then she said why they are happy if they are miserable? The man in black said: They are free. The only freedom is being miserable is to be free. Only those who have worked know freedom that has lived life. The lady fair could not understand this concept it seemed foreign. Her whole time she never knew pain and never knew work or what it was to be sick.

She took out her comb out of her hair and placed it in the pool and it appeared in front of the children. The children seemed excited. They picked up the comb and rushed away. See now they will be far happier now. The man in black said: Let us watch. The children ran to an ally with the newfound treasure. They began to bicker whose it was. A large fight broke out. A larger stronger boy came and took the comb from the children. The children wept. Beaten and bruise they where more unhappy then before.

The man in black said: "Watch". The bully took it to a dealer in objects. He got a few coins for it less then its worth. Then a shallow women of means then brought it and put it in her hair.

The man in black said that is the way of mortals. Your deed was granted on to that woman.

The Lady fair was in tears and filled with horror that offering one comb could do so much damage. They watched the children grow older. She noted while others who had a far more easier time in the world of mortals grew weaker these children grew into wise adults from work and earning keep and where kind to those who where like them.

As they watched a pool they would grant them good weather and luck vs. all desires. The lady fair learned, it's less destructive to open a door then to push one into the doorway.

They ask for petty desires but she would not grant them but instead would lead them on the lesson of the comb.

She watches them build homes raise children and noted if they did have problems they would not be who they are supposed to be and would learn nothing.

The man in black said we all see what we want to see in life. If you can see what everyone sees then you know what life is.

The lady fair agreed and took out a silver chalice at the bank side and drank from the pool to know life and was no more.

She had became the water itself. 

Is it that we don't deserve it or is it that it would not help us?

 

Wilmont 6

Well the trailer was trashed....... It had become white trash Mecca.... Let’s stop on the road for a moment and get side tracked with me.

You’re sort of in my head so I will show you a few things while we walk past houses with oaks and gardens in the night fog.

I had examined my life at this point and I will tell you what I found about me and the area.

Well....... I had always wondered if this was the fate of living in the uneducated south. I think some could help it. It does not mean there are bad people there it just means a great deal lead up for these things to occur. We had the 3 classes the lower the middle and the upper. When I think back it’s like lost views. I never liked the Rich kids because at most they had no clue how life worked and at most where just about as ignorant as the uneducated. They where just two types of ignorance I had found. Too much opportunity or too little.

I was middle class. I had enough to know how to take care of myself and was raised in normal living standard. I have to say the area did keep me in the dark about the rest of the world. Oddly the upper and the lower class young people have the most in common in the south I noted as way of intelligence. Both did not want to work and at most had no real Idea how life functioned. Both went in and out of jail on a common occasion.

I had always blamed the Civil war as inherited effect generations later. The south used to be the most educated out of all of the United States. The intellectuals of that day could never have what they thought was utopia after so they gave up. They had built there land in the philosophy of Thomas Jefferson. Perhaps if they did not use slave to build there world they could have had a great society today. I feel the downfall was pride and greed. The African Americans in the south where lower on poll. They where made to pay for the sins of the past. They where not encouraged to educate themselves or better themselves in life and suffered a fate worse then dogs for those that stayed throughout the south.

They represented to many that where there defeat and a reminder of what was by there skin color.

Many grew up not understanding why they hated or knew little of what was before.

I was never racist I sort of judged people by there actions not what they where.

I did see some stereotypes where lived as they where cast as a sense of Identity.

I could care less. I did mourn the loss the poets, and dreamers of the past they drown in the ashes of a burnt south.

I had always felt the south could be a utopia from its rich farm land and it natural beauty.

The views where interesting.

I remember my friends great Grandmother telling me about the KKK. She said as a girl her mother was given food and care by the KKK. She said I never saw what history described. Her father died in that war. I was not sure what to say. I respect the elderly so I just respected her wishes and kept quiet.

When it boils down to it you have to do your own thinking in a quiet manner. The one thing I liked about the south is we kept our Victorian manners.

As for met, I am quite wild and untamed at the same time. I am lead by my sense of humor most the time.

A defeated south was the fashion of the day many grew up that where there with a feeling of a fall from the grand and many just knew how to survive and would feed off the week as they would grow.

People used to come down from the north and comment on the shacks they see years ago. It was learned to hide that sort of thing from the tourist. Many still live that way today.

It was not odd in the ramshackle homes to see beautiful antiques that did not match. They came from the destroyed homes from years ago.

Most know nothing else I n living. Generations of poverty. As more people move in from other places the quality of life goes up I note. As the areas modernize the culture dies with it. The price of civilization it loss of local color and culture.

In other parts of the country you know you are in the ghetto. What do you do when the whole place is?

Those with money came in trying to buy there way into Paradise.

They buy a few miles. Dump landfill dirt 8 feet up killing the local wild life and putting up Yuppie style track homes. We lived in one. I kept reintroducing the tropical wild plants back to my garden and helped others to do the same for the sake of the animals in the area.

Where I live now in Vegas I am sure there would be middle class. It’s odd here. It’s upper or lower.

When you can buy a half a million buck home here you get very little, In Fl, It would cost 150 grand.

 

Where I was in Fl. Most of my friends where middle class or had grandparents from the Lower class. There parents at most where ship workers, or things They work with there hands.

My family had money but we stayed at middle class being my family does not believe in wasting money with

A 1930’s depression mentality. I had things my friends never had I took note but lived very much the same as they. My brothers both had cars brought for them by my parents and we had a pool. Our furniture was slightly different and we always had food and had modern things that at most are more common today in homes but not then.

The mall in the town was old and I remember only half the town was built up to normal standards in the 90's. We did not even have a wall mart to 89 and target was not about to 95. I remember in 98 everyone was Excited about the kirspy cream donuts to open. I was too.

Del taco had to close down in our town being it did not make money. We had chains that where there but nobody else would shop anywhere else. We had food world. That was my favorite store in the area. When the yuppies moved in we got a Publix in 95 and an Albertsons in 97. It was the end of Tally ho. A burger joint that when closed made the news! Loved for a few generations it seemed.

 

Anyhow people did not understand the rest of the world and it was only a pop about 100 thousand in 99. In the 80's about 70 thousand. We where the Biggest thing on the road to Orlando besides Tampa and Tallahassee.

We had the beach side then my side the swamp side. I lived in swamp side where the real

Fl. is. Not the pictures of spring breakers and drinks.

More like unpaved roads, trailers, old houses, jungle everywhere, paper plant smell, rain and fog. That was home to me.

I use to love to walk at night. You could hear all the frogs the animals, insects, at a low roar. You could see stars in the black blue sky and fog on the ground. Life around you but you where alone. The area itself would keep you company like a best friend. I would let that energy flow into me as I would walk.

I also wondered if my life was odd from my Mothers picks in homes.

My mother would always buy houses with history.

My mother had gotten our house half off being a trucker had owned it came home shot her the kids and her lover turning the gun on himself. The house I lived in was another Ghost story but not this story. Let’s say my Mom was attracted to colorful homes. About every house on that street had some sort of tragedy. My friend next door had a bad heart and had died he was 17 in his sleep. It was very sad and he could have been someone. I used to hear him when he was alive play with a basket ball against our side wall. I never cared. I did hear it a few times after his death also. It upset me at first but then I thought he is having fun. So it was not odd to me.

My own brother attempted to kill himself twice in my house. The lady across from me died in her house from an accident in the bathroom she was 30. 3 houses across from me had a successful suicide. If the street talked it could tell you some stories. About every house had something in Tragedy.

In spite all of that one day I want to go back.

"Back to the trailer"

THEY KEPT COLLECTING ANIMALS!

They had amass 8 puppies, 15 kittens a feral white cat that Jen believed to be the reincarnation of buttercup being it looked like the cat, and the other animals I TRIED TO EXSPLAIN THAT REINCARNATION DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY! The cat ran off.…

Anyhow, the manager of the park was one of those slum lord types you see in stereotypes so he raised there rent to 875 a month. He never fixed a thing in the place. They did scrape the money together in spite of Jens I understood why he did it. He wanted them out.

“It was not legal for him to do that. He thought he was above the law.”

He did anyhow. Big jump from what they had.

He was also not pleased with the fact there water was turned on in an unlawful manner. They lost cable for not paying the bill and the standard of living was being flushed away from the ghetto ideal.

I myself was not pleased.

Mike went to look for another house.

I told him I was not going to help him another time. They had no reason to screw up this place.

I felt something strange that day. I went over to Jen and said your Mother will be here soon.

She said What???

About a half hour later Jens mother comes to the door and goes commando kicking in the front door!

She drags Jen out of the trailer and throws her in a car and drives off.

Mike goes off on me! THAT WAS A SELF FURFILLING PROPHECY! He yells at me.

You caused that to happen! I said: No I did not, I saw it. He storms around glaring at me. He then notes I had a Warren Book with me I was reading. He goes off on me telling me this this sort of thing propels the forces of devil spirits. He then says. YOU HAVE ALWAYS HAD THE LARGEST ONES I HAD EVER SEEN! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I said: No we make our own choices in life. I am not always good but I might remark that those who I said was what you say never made any progress with me in the so called removal of what you claim. Afterward there truth behind the mask was always seen. I could see into the soul they have. Impurity cannot remove a purity. I can do the things they say I can’t and do the things others say don’t exist. I also said: I only tried to help you but I am sick of it. I NEVER WANTED TO BE THIS WAY! I AM NOT UNDERSTOOD BY ANYONE. GOOD INTENTIONS PAVE THE ROAD TO HELL I GUESS! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME IT”S NOT MY PROBLEM! It was never resolved. A quiet angst burned inside me from that moment.

At that moment to the present day I still feel like some kind of monster because I am not like many.

I was younger and felt full of rage then. I was angry at everything. In Some ways I still am.

A few days later He wanted to go with me to go pick up his Girlfriend from Virginia. Her mother took her out of state. I remember it was a typical humid day. I was drinking my coke smoking a cigar and looking at him like he had 12 eyes. I said no… A day later he begged me. I said ok. I felt bad for him. She kept calling him over and over. I thought if I don’t go he will do something stupid. Someone had to be there for Jen also because I saw disaster without supervision of some sort. I had no money for this cross country trip. I made some kind of insane trail mix out of cereal popcorn and nuts. I gathered a bunch of drinks filled a cooler and we where on our way. My parents had no idea what I was doing. I gathered some clothes and tossed them in a bag. We where off!

We where driving S’s car. The doors would open at 80 miles a hour and it would make odd noises. I found out half way he did not have a valid driver’s license. THIS WAS INSANE! State by state we drove. No sleep at all. We drank coffee and took caffeine pills. I think Mike had enough at one point when we hit Virginia. He was given the wrong directions so he went back to the person and cussed them out! No one would use there lights to change lanes I noted and car accidents where everywhere.

Every time we asked for directions no one knew what they where talking about.

When we found where she was. We had to hurry it was a weird feeling. She left her mother some kind of dramatic letter and we took off in the car. WE PASSED HER MOTHER ON THE FREE WAY! We where going the other direction. That was the worse feeling I ever felt.

We tried to find a hotel and the way home. None took credit cards because we where to young. But I had a legal card and one place charged it anyway.

Then we drove right into the heart of Hurricane Bertha.

Hurricane Bertha made landfall as a category 2 storm on July 12, 1996 near Wilmington, North Carolina. Bertha's path up the U.S. east coast impacted states from South Carolina to Maine. On its passage north through the U.S. Virgin Islands, an estimated 2500 homes were damaged. The estimate of homes damaged on the U.S. mainland was 5000 and the cost of the damage was estimated at $270 million. Bertha was responsible for eight deaths. Close to three-quarters of a million people were evacuated from coastal areas lying within Bertha's predicted strike zone.

We got the backside and saw Mac trucks everywhere and road jams. No lights for miles where working.

JEN WAS DRIVING AS MIKE SLEPT! I have a form of blindness so I can’t see to drive.

WHAT ARE THESE STORMS AND NAMES TRYING TO TELL ME IN MY LIFE?

I made her stop at a hotel and paid in cash. I slept on the floor they took the bed.

I had never slept so deeply in my life. The next day I was awake and alive. I took a shower.

Mike was pissed. YOU SPENT TO MUCH FOR THE HOTEL! He wanted to see relatives on the way back.

I was pissed being he was ungrateful to be alive and be with his girlfriend. I been though a lot of crap but at this point I wanted to kill him. They fought all though the state of GA. It calmed down when we got to Alabama. I was happy to see the Paper mill in Fl. I was home. I made it home.

In went to my house and went to sleep. The next day my parents said. Where have you been? I said: About doing what I do.

They would have killed me if they found out where I was for 3 days.

The trailer park was a bad place. They knew they had to leave soon.

Clarence had his bike stolen.

Some teens who lived in this park took it. They painted a blue bike black. I went and confronted the thief who was a punk kid. Trailer parks make lots of punk kids who want to be gangsters but

can't afford the clothes. He wanted to fight so I stared him down and he ran off. I was ready to beat the snot out of him.

I think that was the only thing he understood was something bigger. This did not go over with there mother for some reason. Seems she let her kids steal but did not want to pay a price for it. Also these people where related to the park manager. Some people don't know how to raise kids or have any morals.

S moved out of the trailer back with his parents in the house that waste built. He left his car and mike was still driving it. I could never figure this one out.

Even though they where in process of being evicted THEY TOOK ANOTHER ROOMMATE!! I will never understand the logic.

He was one of there ilk another Role-player. His name was Doug.

Doug Houghton moved in after his roommate was found dead drowned in a ditch after a rain storm. He was fishing in a ditch. The story sounds off to me. We will never know why he was out there. I think Doug had something to do with it being he was a psycho. He was always fighting with his roommate but no one seemed to care and it was never investigated. His was discharged from the army for having a breakdown and worked at a old folk’s home at night. He drove a white station wagon. He said he was interested in magick. I knew a lot about it so he had a interest in me. I never knew he was insane till after I got to know him. His family was dysfunctional and his mother of all things was a Social worker. She made him live in a camper outside there house after she remarried and he got out of the Army.

Mike called me and told he had founded a house to live in but needed cosigner. Asked me if I would. At first I said no. Yet he was my friend and thought I could trust him. His credit was bad after everything you have seen.

We went down to the real estate office. I went in met with the Lady. This place looked professional but it really was not. I only did this because it was to help a friend. We signed to fix up this place and to get cheap rent. It was for a two bedroom duplex.

We drove by the duplex it was a hell hole and Jen said: It has potential! They talked me into it.

I was to go back on Thursday she had a appointment with me. It turned out to be Labor day. I went to a closed office. I WAS PISSED THEY HAD MY DEPOSIT!!! I said go ahead and move in.

We had the keys so we moved in anyhow. Keys to a door without a door knob. I got them with the deposit but I was to sign some other papers.

Part 1 of Wilmont starts here and I will continue 1 to part 7.

Next part: In the duplex of Good and evil.

Dead Boy's Poem Lyrics

Nightwish

Born from silence, silence full of it

A perfect concert my best friend

So much to live for, so much to die for

If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can't say

Forget what you can't play

Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes

Walk within my poetry, this dying music

- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world

It's already composed, played and told

Every thought the music I write

Everything a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin

Died for the beauty the one in the garden

Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom

Failed in becoming a god

Never sigh...

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it

Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears

For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.

Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality

where being wanted became a thrill I never knew

The sweet piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone

Show me love, hold the lorn

So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me

I'm sorry

Time will tell (this bitter farewell)

I live no more to shame nor me nor you

And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

A lonely soul

An ocean soul

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Do you really want to transcend?

All problems are a matter of perspective.

All horrors that we deal with in life come from within and without and are not without peril..... Being they happen to us.

We fear speaking as "I" alone in being it is the flaw of the Human mind... We must be not afraid to speak up but instead to be the first to press on.

This is why greed is the mundane natural protection of the mind. It stops us from doing. This entire current society is no more then a primal survival mechanism to feed upon others work. We must push beyond greed in order to understand a higher nature.

We think we are better then animals and we think are better others but instead we show our savage ways in modern monuments of waste and actions for domination of the natural world.

Many animals do the jobs that we do and have far better understanding then we will ever have of this world.

When you become aware that you serve the truth alone and it does not serve you to your beck and call then answers will come. We earn knowledge as we go along.

Then it is in perspective you cannot leave by your own hand. More doors will open to you. Others doors will close forever. We do not need all doors to open I have found just the ones that lead us on our path.

I say come to an understanding of what it is bothering you by tracing it. Your book of your life will open to you by viewing your actions by how you have lived your life. Most endings today can be seen and changed by reading it.

The root of all problems is fear. Fear of what will be, what you may say and the effects of Everything.

We have to live with the outcome but the outcome is also now.

Think about what you are doing not what others are doing about you.

Most problems where given to you by the lost whores govern by bureaucracy that will take bread out of a child’s mouth and burn your home to the ground if it means progress. Do you truly ask to be a part of all of this? What of our will as a people?

Truly a person who can know what those want who are suffering would have a answer closer to the divine will then one who sees nothing.

Who has bound your soul to cause you such pain in your life? In our lives we will be chained. The best way to free ones self is by choice.

Truly when we look at the word savage it means to be without soul. Many will never have a soul in being they will never have true passion they have been bound.

If the greatest paradise in the finest castle it is no more savage then the worst gutter in the thought above. It is not about the award but the action.

It is not I that needs to be understood. It's self.

Death will give both the same fate and how shall the worms remember the fools?

A house built upon spilt blood is still spilt blood.

Her words are her transgressor that cannot appeal the dagger from her lovers back.

When one original soul is discovered in shining glory in memory they copy it In attempt to unbind your soul or move yours where it needs to go to be your own light.

They gather by the fire only to never see and pray unknowing to something they may never know in understanding. They are the ones lost in your words. The idea is to push forward.

The embers and are the real truth. They shine in the dark to show you something if you watch for it.

Some can never imagine what one with a free soul has. I am so sorry for we are made to do so much more. My pain cries out at the toll of that mystery that I feel.

When all is black and white then color cannot sing and wine will only taste bitter as the vinegar of hope then only then your effort will be lost.

Effort must have truth to have color that shines in the center of the universe.

I have watched hope as she dances in the sweet mist that take of my breath. Hope is useless without insurance. To the dreamers that insurance is love. Yet what is life but a dream? So love must be truth.

Trust in assurance instead of greed and you will grow to watch patterns with people. One cannot sell nor truly give away there has soul in being it was never theres to give away. We are all children of that union. It owns you.

Not even death can destroy it. If one eats of it still does not die. It just moves ever forward to the muse of star light.

To truly give of your soul it reflects on you are and who you give it to by how one lives there life.

Many do not desire to hear words in being it makes them reconnect with there soul and they see what grants them pain. The only way to free ourselves of pain is to understand it.

Reconnection can be painful in being most bury it deep in the moist ground of the bone garden.

They do not desire pain