Tuesday, February 27, 2007

My Thoughts On Iraq

I don't generally like to discuss politics, because being of the hippy persuasion AND an Army brat, my views are neither black nor white.  I vehemently oppose war.  I believe there are always better ways to solve a conflict than by killing.  However, I proudly support our troops and know that when a person joins the Army (or any branch of the military) they know when they sign that contract that they will be going to war if the need arises.  Anyone who says they did not sign up for it, is either lieing or seriously needs to learn to read a contract before signing it.
 
  As for Iraq, it is no longer a war, but a military occupation.  Firstly, whether we were there for Osama, Sadam or oil DOESN'T MATTER!  The fact of the matter is that Sadam Hussein is no longer in power and the people of Iraq now have a president and BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS!!  Those things that we daily take for granted.  How would you feel to be sleeping at home in your bed and suddenly soldiers break down the door and abduct your family in the night?  You wouldn't like it would you?  What makes you think they did?

  People like to throw around the shear massive number of people who have been lost in Iraq.  While I agree that these deaths are tragic and avoidable, it is not near as great as it seems.  Here's how the numbers break down:
  • World War I - 53,402
  • World War II - 291,557
  • Vietnam - 47,424
  • Clinton's Presidency - 7,500 {-During a time of peace!!
  • Iraq - appx. 4000
  The only number I could find for Desert Storm was 149 soldiers killed, and I'm not sure if that was a final tally, so I didn't include it.  Anyway, that's how the numbers add up.  Whether you like it or not, more soliders were killed during Clinton's presidency while on "peace-keeping" missions <--No declared war> overseas than have been lost in Iraq.  

 On a related side-note.  You can say all you want that "GW will go down as the worst president in history", but know this.  That will not be determined for another 50 or so years.  The people in charge of that particular list make certain to put some distance between themselves and the particular president(s) they are evaluating, and rightly so.  What we think of him now is only 1/2 of the equation.  The other 1/2 is the long term effects of the presidency.

  As young Americans it is far to easy for us to just sit back and formulate opinions on something we know absolutely nothing about.  How many of us have had to contend with an all out war being fought outside of our bedroom window?  Bombs by day, abductions by night.  Regardless of how you feel about our soldiers being in Iraq, or how you feel about our president (if you didn't vote, you can't bitch), take some time to put yourself in the shoes of those who live with politically forced oppression.    For just one second forget the conspiracy theories and focus on one image:  That of the Iraqi people dragging the dismembered statue of Sadam Hussein through the town square laughing and dancing with total and complete joy.

  That's how I feel.  If you're curious as to what brought this on, I heard those numbers above mentioned on the Walton & Johnson radio show and just had to check it out for myself.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The 'Key' To Your Dreams

Been a long week with some persistent agitations, but rather than fuel my mood by ranting, I'll share with y'all something really interesting I came across.  It's called "The Key to Your Dreams" written by Janina Renee and found in Llewellyn's 2005 Magical Almanac (thank you Tim).
"Library shelves are overflowing with books that recount the fantastic adventures, wonderful insights, creative solutions, and poignant prophecies that other people have culled from their dreams.  But suppose your own dreams are very prosaic - always the same old people, places, and situations.  They don't seem to tell you anything that you don't already know.  Here is an idea that may help open a new dimension to your dream world.

  Keep an old skeleton key or clock key by your bedside.  Hang it perhaps from your bedpost by a purple ribbon, or keep it in some way close by so you can handle it and contemplate it a few moments before falling asleep.

  As you contemplate, picture yourself standing before a long arched door - key in hand.  If you're able to achieve a moment of lucidity while you dream, try to recall this image: you, the key, and the door.  Picture yourself putting the key in the lock and turning it.

  What does this open door reveal?  Maybe it is a fancifully decorated room, and enclosed garden, or a staircase leading up or down to someplace else.  Let your dream take it from there, with the assurance you'll see something new and worthwhile.  Even if the dream doesn't get interesting, you'll still have made some of your own luck.  It is widely agreed that 'to dream of a key is a good sign'."

  Also, Aaron and I decided that rather than buying me a ring, he's going to take me digging to find my own stone then we're gonna have it cut and set ourselves.  I'm so excited!  I've already found a couple of places in Texas where you can dig for cheap, just trying to find something a touch closer.

Monday, February 19, 2007

I'm Back

  Things didn't go exactly as planned.  Of course, they rarely do.  I did learn that while the Pom juice is a little overpowering, the Pom Tea is really really good!  I also learned that to quit smoking I'm going to have to trick myself again.  Or rather, use my own weakness against myself.  The first time I quit (thanks Mike) I put my last pack inside my Tommy (from Rugrats, yes) backpack and hid it in the bottom of my closet.  Didn't realize this until we moved and I found the backpack.  lmao  So I'm going to go with a similar method.  If I want one, I'm going to have to dig it out.  Actually . . . . teeheehee . . . . I'll make it a 3 step method . . . . curious?  Well, remember those cedar boxes ya get for free when ya graduate?  Ya know, where ya have to get the paper from those Herf Jones guys and then drive ALL the way out to Cove and then drive around for 45 minutes looking for a seedy little furniture shop?  I'll lock it in there and then lock the key up in the shed.  That should do it.  

  But I'm off topic.  I did cut back quite a bit, especially Saturday.  Which might account for the unusual dream I had.  It was unique in that I had a whole decade's worth of memories, about myself and a particular individual (that I knew in real life) the police were looking for, but when I woke up I realized that none of it had happened.  As I was talking to the police I even relayed a dream that I had had.  That I, in fact, hadn't.  A dream memory inside of a dream?  Any ideas?  On dreammoods.com they have a fairly big section on dreaming about police, but none of them having to do with the cops looking for someone else.

  We haven't seen Darrell in a little over a week.  Certainly not like we used to.  Starting to get worried about him/her.  Last time we did see him, he was hiding out behind the trailer next door, so maybe he's just trying to avoid the bulldozers and crap.  I certainly hope so, anyway.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Just Some Thoughts

It was brought up in my group, and it's really something to think about.  "Have you ever used someone's ignorance of Wicca to scare someone into behaving?"  Have I?  No.  Not many people know, and I wouldn't want those who do to come away with the wrong impressions.  However, there are times when I joke and kid in mixed company and I wonder if that serves exactly the purpose I'm trying to avoid.  If I were to say, "Ya better be careful!" with a huge grin on my face, would someone go away with a lingering wonder as to whether or not I was serious?  I just don't know.  Kind of a frightening thought.  
 
  On the other hand, when I say something like, "If anyone screws with my family there'll be hell to pay" then I do mean it.  Everyone does.  By basic concept it shouldn't be any different from anyone else saying it, but somehow it is.  Yet, anyone seeking retribution would use whatever means they had at their disposal . . . . in the same respect any harm done, magic or mundane, would put the person in a position of having to face the consequences.  Karmic or penal.  So by this logic, if a person wronged me would I use their ignorance of my path to scare them?  Again, no.  If it ever got to that point, then I still would not want them to come away with the wrong impression.  I would want them to know that I'm serious in what I say.

  I read somewhere when I started my journey (has it been 8 years already?!) that for spellwork to really work, then there has to be an innate knowledge within yourself that what you say will come to pass, and that the best way to accomplish this is to speak the truth.  If everything you say is so, then the same would apply to magic.  You say it, so it is.  If you go around lying all the time, then how are the powers you're calling upon supposed to believe you're telling the truth then?  It is difficult, but it puts a person in a position where they really want to think before speaking.  Not only that, but to control . . . . nurture . . . . yeah, nurture a certain way of thinking.  Proper speech and proper thought, because thought is energy.  That is the hardest part for me because it seems that irritation leaves a compounding risidual so that even the littlest thing can come across as a very big thing.

  Am I rambling?  I think I may be rambling.  Oh well, I think I've said what I wanted to.  As always, if anyone has any questions about Wicca (the religion) or Magic (the science), I'll always answer with honesty.  And before I get questions about that, yes, the two can be mutually exclusive.  Now, I'm off to prepare for the spiritual journey ahead of me.  I will not mention what I'm hoping to accomplish {I just don't need that kind of pressure!}, but I will blog all about it late Sunday or early Monday.  Take care everyone!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

A Haiku


Children on the swings

Autumn winds blew between us;

Gone, not forgotten

Friday, February 9, 2007

Dream of the End?

  The dream I had last night was just too much.  I had to share it:

  I started out in what could have been a classroom.  I didn't stay there long.  I left and went about 2 blocks to the right to what I thought was another classroom.  It ended up being like a diner.  It was mostly empty, except a handful of people.

  I was talking to someone about a video or something I had left in the classroom.  I was about to go back for it, but stopped when I looked outside.  There was an eye/portal opened up in the sky, which was red and yellow, from which a giant red claw was emerging.  The whole area across the street was a wasteland.  There were maybe four people outside of the diner, but they seemed almost frozen where they stood.  My mom opened the diner door and said that it was the "end of days" and then stood frozen in the doorway.  From the left came this giant of a man wearing a black suit, but he was moving and acting like a rat.  As he passed the diner I hid under a table so that he couldn't see me.

  The rat man went around the corner and found a person who was not frozen.  He quickly grabbed this person and started eating him.  I took this moment to re-close the diner doors then quickly got back under the table.  I looked back up at the portal and there were bugs coming out, then the claw came back and started slashing around.

  To the right I noticed 2 men in grey suits walking right past the rat man.  As they came around the diner, which by this time was empty, I could hear them talking.  The taller man said something like "This has worked perfectly."  These were two normal people, so I figured out that this was somehow a manufactured Armageddon.  How or why I wasn't sure, but as soon as I knew this, it caught the attention of these two men.

  I took off running and found myself in either a hospital or an office building.  I had to hide.  Unfortunately, the only way to go was up.  On the top floor I found a big verticle tube with some wires.  I wedged myself in there and settled in to think.

  I felt like I had been in there for a while, weeks or even months.  Then, the tall man in the grey suit walked in to talk to another man who worked there.  I could hear him thinking, wondering where I was.  Then, suddenly, he looked up and caught a glimpse of me.  Luckily I was fairly high off the ground and he couldn't reach me right away.  I shimmied out of the tube and took off.
  I ran from room to room trying to find a suitable place to hide.  I climed up and down shelves, trying my best to come up with a plan to get out of there.  I was unable to do so before waking up.

  According to Dream Moods, which I have used before, to dream of armageddon means that you are feeling hopeless and out of control.  However, I couldn't find any entries for "false" or "fake".  To dream that you are hiding suggests that you are keeping a secret or withholding information.   Alternatively, it could mean that you are not wanting to face an issue.  Both of these I find kind of interesting since I've been feeling pretty good about my present situation.  A little nervouse about some things (interviews *shudders*), but overall optimistic.  Hrm . . . . .

Sunday, February 4, 2007

3 Saved Mice

Okay, before I had mentioned the live catch mouse trap I picked up.  Well, for a while there it wasn't working.  They'd go in, grab the food and then leave.  Very frustrating!  Well, I looked at it, and the metal bar that lifts up to trap them in wasn't going all the way to the top of the trap.  And these mice are so small (about the size of a golf ball) that they were just squeezing right through!  So I bent up the bar a little bit, made sure it still moved the way it's supposed to, and re-set it down.  Not even an hour later Elvis scared two of 'em right into it!  Then last night Aaron found another one in there trying to get back out.  Hurray!  We let 'em out down the driveway into the fenced area that still has some tree cover.  I'm so happy!

Friday, February 2, 2007

Not Happy

I can't believe I missed the group Imbolc ritual!!  Grrrr.  I really wanted to be there.  How often is it a woman gets to act as Priest?  I love working with the masuline energies because I so rarely get to, so it's always a fresh experience.  lol  I told Aaron about that and he was just worried that it would turn me more manish.  ^_^  If anything, it allows me to appreciate my femininity more.  A Blessed Imbolc to all!  Though we celebrate the coming of spring, I hope it takes it's time.  Last summer was just way too hot and I'm not looking forward to going through that again.