But, I still feel the impulse to have some sort of public outlet for writing on various levels. So, I’ve made the move to WordPress. Over there, I’ve set up two blogs:
Red and Yellow is a place for me to wax philosophic about science, religion, spirituality, magic, etc. It’ll also be a place where I’ll write about my progress with ADF study programs, my own semi-independent mystical education, and any other weird shit that I might experience that would fit the parameters of that site.
Betwixt Dark and Winding Rivers is a blog for writing experiments. Though I’ve written off and on for years, it’s usually been in spurts and I’d really like to hone my skills and get them back into something resembling respectable shape. So, this site will be a place where I’ll throw up character studies, short stories, vignettes, and the like. To keep things somewhat simple, I’ve decided to keep all of them centered around a version of Columbus steeped in the White Wolf role-playing setting of the New World of Darkness (yeah, I’m a geek; this is new?). The general world is already set up (so I won’t get lost on the Tangent Train while I world build), all it needs are details and tweaking to fit some of the plot-lines I’ve already got churning in my head.
Both blogs will be updated on a “Whenever I Have Time” basis (at least until next September by the latest, when I’ll be done with the Initiate Program), since the main priorities are to get shit done, not mass-posting to these blogs on a daily basis. So, hopefully those of you who are interested will occasionally pop over to them from time to time, offer your opinions, your thoughts, you constructive criticisms, and the like. And, hopefully, enjoy whatever it may be that I have to say.
- Mood:
chipper
I rub her head gently and say "Hi." Once it's obvious I'm not going to yell at her or chase her out, she goes back to watching the faucet. Standing there, leaning against the edge of the tub.
So much like a person.
And it's those kinds of incidents that reinforce my paranoia that that one day she'll find some way to kill me and make it look like natural causes.
- Mood:
nervous
- Mood:
pissed at myself and life
I'm making the prediction right here, right now, folks: in five years these things will have pretty much perfected natural human movement, and within ten years someone will merge them with Real Dolls. Yep: RoboHo's. This is the beginning of the end, people.
- Mood:
discontent
written
proof-read
submitted
booyah, bitches.
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:The Road - Tenacious D
Your result for The Pop Culture Archetype Personality Test...
The Monk
Ninja, Monkey, Zombie, Cowboy
Monks are humanitarian prophets and seers with deep convictions about weighty matters and clear insights into good and evil. They are idealistic champions of the oppressed and downtrodden, seeking good things for all (and poetic justice when wrongs are done) without any thoughts of personal glory or power. Fluent in languages and nonverbal communication, their complex characters and depth of personal talent brings them into contact with many. Yet they are not easily fooled, and are suspicious of others motives, being highly selective about the close friends they make. Both empathic and enigmatic, they often withdraw into themselves to focus on abstract theories and think about the inner workings of their minds and emotions. Their desire to share feelings and conclusions with others generally keeps them bonded to at least a few allies, but they prefer to do much of their true thinking quietly, often becoming so absorbed in thought that they ignore physical reality altogether.
Monks are often plagued by Avoidant behavior, feeling intense social discomfort and timidity due to a fear of negative feedback about their actions. Easily hurt by criticism, they turn away from all but a few close friends, and avoid all others unless they are sure of being liked. They avoid social activities and are shy when forced into them, and fear embarrassment if they show emotion or anxiety in front of others. They will go so far as to exaggerate difficulties in performing ordinary activities in order to avoid them, yet yearn for acceptance and attention while avoiding those very things that might bring them what they crave.
Famous monk types include Jimmy Carter, Mother Teresa, Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. and Carrie Fisher.
Take The Pop Culture Archetype Personality Test at HelloQuizzy
- Mood: amused
it's depressing and scary at the same time.
- Mood:
contemplative
Next up: Liturgy 1. I've got the next two weeks off of work, so I'm hoping to buckle down and finish that before the end of the year. *crosses fingers*
- Mood:accomplished
- Mood:awake
More later.
- Mood: exhausted
1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note from.
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- Mood: amused
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Update:
Yeah...so, apparently I'm not good at this whole "reading" thing. The one I meant to post:
Click banner for article. Click here for code.- Mood: amused
You will never be forgotten.
You will always be missed.
You will always be appreciated.
Hail the Mighty Dead!
Hail the warriors!
- Mood: thankful
"And the Angel of the Lord led me
Into the belly of the Holy Mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort,
For I was as a child in the womb
And she begged me
Hear through yonder portal
Which looked upon the Heavens,
And behold! A Morning Angel!
She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon,
Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path
Which led me five directions, eight winters to east,
And behold!
As my feet landed firmly
Upon the vital winter of the second storm
There appeared before me a Heavenly Star
A Holy Virgin, the Bringer of Life and Breath
And she spoke unto me saying
'Fear not the movement of the Heavens above or the Earth below
For Change is what we are, my child.
Righteous are those
Who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides
Who seek the Truth around them
And discover that we are
And have always been in Paradise.
The reflections of Heaven on Earth. Amen!'
And she spoke again saying
'Know, my child,
That there is no Devil seeking
To cause guilt nor harm to Men.
No evil, save blind faith, ignorance,
And the desire for the unprepared
To blame others for the devastation
Left in the wake of Change
Change, my child!
Change is in the Heavens
Change is on this Earth
Change is all around us
And if we
Are reflections of the Divine
We must roll with these Changes,
For we are these Changes.
Eyes wide open,
We must look upon
The Heavens as a mirror.
Wide Awake, Aware, deeply breathing
And when the shit comes down, my child,
You will be there,
A True and Holy Survivor
To inherit the Kingdom of God.'"
- "Sour Grapes", Puscifer
Into the belly of the Holy Mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort,
For I was as a child in the womb
And she begged me
Hear through yonder portal
Which looked upon the Heavens,
And behold! A Morning Angel!
She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon,
Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path
Which led me five directions, eight winters to east,
And behold!
As my feet landed firmly
Upon the vital winter of the second storm
There appeared before me a Heavenly Star
A Holy Virgin, the Bringer of Life and Breath
And she spoke unto me saying
'Fear not the movement of the Heavens above or the Earth below
For Change is what we are, my child.
Righteous are those
Who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides
Who seek the Truth around them
And discover that we are
And have always been in Paradise.
The reflections of Heaven on Earth. Amen!'
And she spoke again saying
'Know, my child,
That there is no Devil seeking
To cause guilt nor harm to Men.
No evil, save blind faith, ignorance,
And the desire for the unprepared
To blame others for the devastation
Left in the wake of Change
Change, my child!
Change is in the Heavens
Change is on this Earth
Change is all around us
And if we
Are reflections of the Divine
We must roll with these Changes,
For we are these Changes.
Eyes wide open,
We must look upon
The Heavens as a mirror.
Wide Awake, Aware, deeply breathing
And when the shit comes down, my child,
You will be there,
A True and Holy Survivor
To inherit the Kingdom of God.'"
- "Sour Grapes", Puscifer
- Mood: contemplative
I may update it in the future with any of my Initiate Path essays, or may just post them here. I'll see what happens when they start getting approved.
- Mood: calm
I got back home with it around 7 or so last night and promptly set it up.
I didn't stop playing until a little after 1 this morning.
This game is disturbingly addictive, though I have little if any qualms about that aspect. However, I would like at some point see if either PSA or 3CG (or both) would want to do a "Karaoke Night" ("Cranie-oke Night", I believe, would be more apt for 3CG) either on a Friday or Saturday night or something. It could be tremendous fun, I believe.
Anywhat. I need to meditate and get cracking on my IE Myth 1 essays (since I obviously did no work whatsoever on it last night...).
- Mood:
cracked out
He is an older man, looking to be in his seventies, though his bearing suggests the strength and vitality of a man half that. The dull light of the trash-fire illuminates his face in a weird half-light. His hair is long and grayish-white, though more well-kept than most vagrants, and a thick beard of the same hue covers his face. Though the fire hides much of his face in shadow, a black patch can be discerned covering one of his eyes, its straps disappearing beneath his hair. He wears an old Army jacket of faded green with the name patch "Borson" stitched onto the left breast, a gray hoodie and old T-shirt lie beneath it; his legs are covered by dirty, time-worn jeans, his feet shod in weather-beaten boots. As he warms his hands, a tall staff can be seen nestled in the crook of his arm and a messenger's bag hangs from his shoulder. Near his feet lie two feral, lupine dogs; among the eaves of the surrounding buildings, the songs of ravens can be heard.
As part of my working through Thorsson's Nine Doors of Midgard, one of the requirements for the Third Door is to spend 10 days singing each individual rune while visualizing an image so as to form a strong association in your mind. For Ansuz (the rune I'm currently working through), the above description is what has slowly formed itself in my mind's eye over the past few days. If working through this system of meditation has done anything for me, at least it has given me an image of my patron that I can resonate with (the "Gandalf" image of Othinn has never really synched up all that strongly in my mind).
It has also inspired me to cook up a meditation via hybridization. Going through the curriculum for the Nine Doors, I noticed that Thorsson's "Yew Working" was essentially a more fancified version of ADF's "Two Powers meditation": a grounding-and-centering meditation. And that got my brain (a.k.a. - the hamster) a-working. After a lot of thinking and experimenting, I came up with a meditation that I'm tentatively calling the "Yggdrasil meditation" which combines the Yew Working and the Two Powers:
( The Yggdrasil Meditation )
No doubt it needs some work still, but I've had some good success with it thus far.
- Music:Kung Fu: Season One on DVD
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
And I'm not even that big of a Star Wars geek. Bravo, girls of DragonCon. Bravo.
- Mood: geekily horny
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