triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
I'm not venturing out into the retail shopping world for all the little plastic toys in China today, but I can make a post to help some of you with your holiday shopping, and help someone amazing ([livejournal.com profile] rowangolightly) at the same time. Here's the community's basic description:
[livejournal.com profile] rescue_rowan is a place for auction or direct sale of items to benefit the relocation of our dear friend. She has tirelessly worked to raise money for friends and occasionally even people she has never met who have fallen on hard times or had catastrophe land in their laps, and now it is our opportunity to assist her. She did not ask us to do this, and is graciously accepting this, though it goes against her nature to expect for herself what she does so willingly for others.

Some of the auctions end soon - I'm only bidding on one thing myself, but there's a LOT of cool stuff up. Check the profile for more details on how the auctions and payments will work.
triadruid: Roland Deschain from the Dark Tower novel "The Gunslinger", looking at a raven sitting on a skull on the ground. (dark tower)
This poem always rattles around my brain in the strangest moments, and it crossed my radar again just now. Worth noting:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

A Return to Love - Marianne Williamson
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Apollo)

Sagittarius Horoscope for week of December 27, 2007



The number of millionaires on the planet increased more than nine percent last year. Judging from the astrological omens, I'm betting that the growth rate in the coming year will be similar. A disproportionately large amount of the newly wealthy in 2008, however, will be Sagittarians. And even those of you who don't make it to a million will probably get richer quicker than you have in more than a decade -- especially if you make that your intention.

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Divination from today's ritual (okay, the first ritual for today):
Nine of Pentacles Four of Swords Seven of Pentacles
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
  1. Rather than take on any more oaths I can't be sure that I'll meet, I decided to give up something in the sacrifical portion: "I give up the safety of fear."
  2. Pomegranate seeds taken from the bowl: 7 1/2. If the myth about 1 seed = 1 month works out to be true, that means my goal will come to fruition in mid-June, 2008.

    ::edit:: Appending said oaths (none yet achieved) here rather than in my profile:
    An oath to finish decorating/carving "Dagda's Club", made I believe on Lughnassadh or Samhain 2004.
    "I vow to speak no word that is not true." -- 08/22/2004
    Superseded by:
    An oath made to Oghma, to uphold Truth as a Virtue, or sacrifice the equivalent of three handworked leather disks if I fail to do so. -- 12/21/2004
    An oath made to Lugh, to uphold Dignity of self and others, or sacrifice the equivalent of nine handworked leather disks if I fail to do so. -- 12/21/2004
    An oath to begin (again) in earnest on my Dedicant's program, during the time I have off from Ritual Teams this summer. --04/17/2005
    A promise to learn, and integrate into my life, the Song of Amergin. -- 04/30/2006
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Apollo)
Woke up to a lovely little erotic dream about a former lover this morning... then somethingone tickled the back of my brain, and I panned back on the CD my alarm was playing. "Surely not..."

Yep. Soft Cell's 'Tainted Love' was playing while that was going on. Right, message received... thanks Α. Looks like he's back. At least the Rob Zombie the other day was an upbeat memo...
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
  • Claymore?
  • Six-foot spear?
  • Throwing knives?
  • Combat boots?
  • Battle plan Ritual outline?
Right; it must be time to do ritual, then!

::edit:: Yep, ritual happened. Boy oh boy, did ritual happen. :D Whew!
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Escaped into the woods (Camp Gaea) for the weekend, and overall it was a good thing. Weather Friday night while we were packing was utter crap, right until we drove north and west out of the storms and onto bone-dry pavement. Saturday was gorgeous, and Sunday it didn't start raining until we were packing. I'll take it.

Whilst being covered in nature, I noticed:

  • the "plague" of bugbites that hit me between God Auction and accepting that Apollo is my patron has finally ceased.
  • a marked increase in my tolerance for sun (again, go figure).
  • decreased sex drive despite the casual nudity (this is not uncommon for me while camping, but fixed when I got home).
  • finished the last half of The Mabinogi for tonight.
Came back and managed to get the GC newsletter and website done before collapsing last night (and drove home in another rainstorm last night, pulling off my Driving While Jedi trick well enough to beat my other thirds home). Since returning home, I've noticed:

  • oversensitivity to the sounds of downtown.
  • nearly complete lack of appetite/interest in food (this may be due to the extremely tasty stuff we ate in camp).
  • I slept like an angel last night. I'm pretty sure our whole house did (the camp bunks were pretty wretched).
  • my hair is driving me absolutely bonkers today; probably overconditioned/overwashed it at the camp and with repeated dunkings in the lake, but it's all in snarls. As soon as the goatee finishes growing back in, I'll be hacking at least 10" off for Locks of Love.
  • also, today I returned a bunch of crap to the library (some of which had only been overdue since July 17th), and found where many of my office pens were hiding.
Now I have to decide what to do with the rest of my August... (not a lack of choices, I can tell you that much).
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
So it seems I have (had for some time) a patron.

Took "advantage" of an evening meeting tonight in the Northland to go back to City Hall afterward and get some menial crap done around my office. Clear off the desk, sift through old emails, sort notes from meetings, etc... took me until about midnight even with teh Intarwebs LiveJournal down, and I finally headed out of the building. Got in my car, and turned on the radio. On one single station, I heard in direct succession "Time" by Pink Floyd, "I Can't Drive 55" by Sammy Hagar, and "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers. Granted, the main song played between meeting and office was Tool's "Sober", which has a related if slightly skewed set of correspondences in my world.

Okay, sez I, that's a pretty good string of coincidences, or maybe this is just the sort of comforting stuff they play at 1AM. So during the long outro to the last song, I inquire of Apollo whether this is an omen or a pizza, and by the way, what does he think of this idea to switch jobs/take some time off?

The answer? )

So yeah. Guess I'll be writing that letter requesting August off soon... and reorganizing my home altars some during that time.
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Just another night in Paradise... )

In not-unrelated news, the God Auction is done for 2007. Apollo did not win, but came in a very respectable 2nd, and still made some...well, impressions I think with some of his ideas. And the overall total in both food and money donations was massively increased, so that's definitely a success. More pictures can be found here and here, but my favorite is this one:


And now, work.
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Apollo)
Not sleeping much these days. Not the dawn patrol wake-ups, just not tired. Slept from about 6-8:30 yesterday morning, and 2am-8am this morning. Not feeling tired, either, just...wired

Apollo's done with me reading Burkert and the like, and has recommended I go back to the original (well, translated) poetic material. So far it's been good, actually; I already mentioned Dances for Flute and Thunder, finished a version of The Orestia (called The House of Atreus) last night in the bath, and working on Horace and Ovid. It's giving me a much better sense of the language and tone I'll be taking on Sunday at the God Auction. Also finally sorted out what my theme music will be; for a god of music, he was stunningly reticient on that subject. That, or I'm tone deaf. ;)

The other big step happening right now in preparations (besides the sewing projects, which are ridiculously complex for a one-day event) is the slow shearing of my goatee. I've been trimming it down for the last week or so, and it finally got to the point where the 'patch' was small enough that it was either going to have to lose the mustache, or the beard section. Today the mustache came off; my boss' first reaction was "it makes you look a LOT younger!".

Exxxcellent. *drums fingers* And my wife hasn't even disowned me yet, for the strong resemblance I bear to one of her nasty exes when I'm shorn...

Uhhh....

Jun. 12th, 2007 03:54 pm
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For the record, listening to George Michael's "Faith" album while getting downloaded by Apollo is seriously weird. That, or I had a fever this morning on the way in to work; also possible, but hardly as interesting.
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
...but it might make you stumble from time to time.

Friday is short )

Saturday is very long )

Still got Sunday to deal with... )

And that's what I did on my summer vacation. The End. (except, of course, that this is only one weekend, and not even one of the three planned summer vacations)
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Why is my brain full of 7s today? Seriously, all day long...

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triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Sometimes, being pagan means getting as many holidays as you can handle, all in a row.
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Had a lovely massage from [livejournal.com profile] starwyse on Saturday, after a truly tedious morning at "work" (all three of us helping administer a town hall meeting for about 12 people total). Didn't get out of there before 12:23, which made getting to Star's by 12:30 sort of exciting, but she graciously agreed not to cancel me when I scaled the steps at 12:45...*phew*!

Unfortunately, for some reason my neck is back to spasm today, although it's more in the trapezius area now. [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants says that Star just cleared the slate for new kinds of tension; I'm wondering if my pillow is too tall/firm (something I never thought possible). Of course, sleeping ~5 hours probably didn't help. Sprawling over my boss' desk and popping my back seems to have helped somewhat, though.

Sunday had discomfort of a different sort )
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Stichomancy from Sunday's ritual:

The womb of night will give birth to day
when the proper time has passed.
Though I long for day, in my heart I know
that the way things are is done rightly.
Here in the dark, I remember this
and rest sure in the concern of the Holy Ones.

--Ceisiwr Serith, A Book of Pagan Prayer
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Yesterday at Lughnassadh I took an oath to finish naming, carving, and decorating the club I found/made for calling on Dagda Mor at Samhain last fall. The unspoken part of that oath was that I need to work on my woodworking skill in order to accomplish this task in a manner befitting him. I also have taken to putting something on my desk at work for each of the Fire Festivals, until we get to the next one. My maypole will have to come down soon, but I haven't figured out yet what will replace it.

So today on the drive in to work, I get hit with an idea for a wooden cube with the names of important deities carved into the edges, in ogham. Each face could represent a particular concept, and spinning the cube to that face for the day would give me deities that I might choose to work with in regards to that concept. So I started sketching out the edges, and this is what I ended up with:

God box? )
Meaning of the faces, and layout problem )

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