The past couple of weeks have been busy for me. With much work keeping me at it from early in the morning into each evening, I haven't spent much time in the blogosphere. I was barely able to crank out a New Moon post. But this afternoon I had a bit of down time and managed to make the rounds of some of my favorite blogs. So many smart and clever Pagans out there! I thought I'd share a few of my favorite snippets.

First there was the ennui of Henri. Now we have Sylvan's Sea of Ennui:

It's so boring to be in the Sea of Ennui,
Where the waves are all grey and smell faintly of pee,

But better to sail than to stay in Angst-Town,

Where the dread Emo Marshlands have cut themselves down.

After musing about the deep magickal and philosophical significance of a visitation of a blue jay, I am much relieved that meanings are revealed by Evn, the Lover of Strife:

Nature happens, whether we witness it or not. And we're a part of Nature, not its masters or its impartial commentators. Snakes shed their skins, and trees lose their leaves, and stray cats kill the birds you were admiring seconds before. Occasionally, these things occur in the right place at the right time in front of the right Witch, and when this happens the inherent implication is immediately and abundantly clear.

But if you have to ask; if you have to rely on someone else to transcribe the event and come up with a customized moral; if you need an outside source to legitimize how Pagan you are...



...then it didn't mean anything at all.

That Anne Johnson, who just tickles me pink, reminds us why democracy doesn't work:

H.L. Mencken was right. Democracy doesn't work because stupid people vote stupidly.

So, jot that down in your history notes, kids. Our nation's politics are more complicated now than they were when the whole fuckin' shootin' match split in two, and then both sides fought over it for four years.

Moron. Moron. Moron.

I've got two more treatments to go. Next time I will wear my full Pagan regalia, if for no other reason than it might help me not to become infected with idiocy.

You have to read the whole post to really get the joke. Sadly, it's not really a joke, even though it's funny. Sort of. Maybe. Not really.

So, if like Anne you are praying that the Democrats win the election this Autumn, stupid voters notwithstanding, or you are praying that the news that GM has discontinued sales of the ridiculous Hummer is a harbinger of things to come, or you are praying that you will find a new place to live that you like and can afford, or that the love of your life will wake up and smell the coffee, this prayer, presented to us by the divine Sera Beak, covers any of the bases I can think of. Dear Goddess I hope so:

“Dear Goddess, You who never kill but only change:

I pray that my exuberant, suave and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this benediction.

I pray that you will give them what they don’t even know they want – not just the boons they think they need but everything they’ve always been afraid to even imagine or ask for.

Dear Goddess, You wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground:

Many of the divine chameleons out there don’t even know that their souls will live forever. So please use your blinding magic to help them see that they are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their
own personalities.

Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from what they think they are and more exciting than they can possibly imagine.

Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that’s no good for them.

O Goddess, You who give us so much love and pain mixed together that our morality is always on the verge of collapsing:

I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the dumb ideas, bad decisions and nasty conditioning that have ever cursed the wise and sexy virtuosos out there.

Remove, banish, annihilate and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to them, no matter how long they’ve suffered from it, and even if they’ve become accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.

And please conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will receive an early warning if they are ever about to act in such a way as to bring another hex or plague or voodoo into their lives in the future.

Dear Goddess, sweet Goddess, You sly universal virus with no fucking opinion:

I pray that you will help all the personal growth addicts out there become disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not destruction.

I pray that you will teach them the difference between oppressive self-control and liberating self-control, awaken in them the power to do the half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing.

Arouse the Wild Woman within them — even if they’re men.

And please give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter, more interesting problems.

Dear Goddess, You pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:

I pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing with this prayer to love their enemies just in case their friends turn out to be jerks.

Provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else.

Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do and do not have.

Most of all, Goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they never love their own pain more than anyone else’s pain.

Dear Goddess, You psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of all our brains:

The curiously divine human beings reading this prayer deserve everything they are yearning for and much, much more.

So please bless them with lucid dreams while they are wide awake and solar-energy-operated sex toys that work even in the dark and vacuum cleaners for their magic carpets and a knack for avoiding other people’s hells and their very own 900 number so that everyone has to pay to talk to them and a secret admirer who is not a psychotic stalker.

Dear Goddess, You fiercely tender, hauntingly reassuring, orgiastically sacred feeling that is even now running through all of our soft, warm animal bodies:

I pray that you provide everyone out there with a license to bend and even break all rules, laws and traditions that keep them apart from the things they love.

Show them how to purge the wishy-washy wishes that distract them from their daring, dramatic, divine desires.

And teach them that they can have anything they want if they’ll only ask for it in an unselfish way.

And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God, Teacher of God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these mysterious moments you have begun to change everyone out there in the exact way they’ve needed to change in order to express their soul’s code.

Amen. Awomen. And glory halle-fucking-lujah.”

-Rob Breszny

Because life is too short.

Love and blessings to you all.

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 10:34 PM