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If I type them up, I won't forget them:

The Flea
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The Good-Morrow
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The Canonization
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Love's Alchemy
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I get the biggest crushes on dead guys!



Eventually this journal will resume focus on Pagan darkness, or it maybe it won't.

But, more will surely be added!
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Can You Be Raped by the Devil?

http://www.charismamag.com/spirit/spiritual-warfare/15889-can-you-be-raped-by-the-devil

-apparently you can

Pesky demons, incubi, and succubi, luring those poor Fundamentalists into sinful lusts...

tempting them to even homosexual desires.

Dreadful.

Better go sweep your kitchen floors, people...that will keep them away.


Pan must be whistling with outrage

Have You Gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8ki30C6LF0

someone needs to tell them to chill the fuck out and let it happen...I don't know!

Maybe if you weren't so damn repressed they'd leave you alone.
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Waning Moon - Hecate, Goddess of Witches

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pnU0wDEZBE

Vincent Price - Witchcraft - Magic - An Adventure in Demonology (1969) Full Album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3aszI5Fs7Q

Listened to part of the Vincent Price program on Halloween night. It was fucking amazing! Has the best retro-spooky feel, all the while remaining accurate about historical and modern witchcraft. And how can you not love his voice? Will be listening to the rest over the weekend, possibly more than once. I had no idea Vincent Price was a real demonologist!
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I sing of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate,
Drawne into armes, and proofe of mortall fight,
Through prowd ambition, and hartswelling hate,
Whilest neither could the others greater might
And sdeignfull scorne endure; that from small iarre
Their wraths at length broke into open warre.

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All thanks to Edmund Spenser

Samhain

Oct. 31st, 2012 01:12 pm
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From the west
Comes old death
Ariding on
The storm

With hungry eyes
For funeral fires
To burn till the
Morrow's dawn

For tis the night
Here comes the dead
Unbound from
The underworld

And the children dress
As the babes of hell
All the boys
And all the girls

And the fires
Shall burn
And the wheel
Of life shall turn

And the dead
Come back home
On Samhain
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“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
― Joseph Campbell
“If you are falling....dive.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.”
― Joseph Campbell
“We're not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
― Joseph Campbell
“The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is just how it is and that it cannot and will not be changed. Those who think they know how the universe could have been had they created it, without pain, without sorrow, without time, without death, are unfit for illumination.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.”
― Joseph Campbell
“We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Myth is what we call other people's religion.”
― Joseph Campbell
Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history, or science, it is killed.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
“As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don't bother to brush it off.
Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance.
Having a sense of humor saves you.”
― Joseph Campbell
“Now I found it in writing sentences. You can write that sentence in a way that you would have written it last year. Or you can write it in the way of the exquisite nuance that is sriting in your mind now. But that takes a lot of ... waiting for the right word to come.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero's Journey: Joseph Campbell on His Life & Work
“Is the system going to flatten you out and deny you your humanity, or are you going to be able to make use of the system to the attainment of human purposes?”
― Joseph Campbell
“I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I've never met an ordinary man, woman or child.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth
“All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.”
― Joseph Campbell
“The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.”
― Joseph Campbell

“[Comedies], in the ancient world, were regarded as of a higher rank than tragedy, of a deeper truth, of a more difficult realization, of a sounder structure, and of a revelation more complete. The happy ending of the fairy tale, the myth, and the divine comedy of the soul, is to be read, not as a contradiction, but as a transcendence of the universal tragedy of man.... Tragedy is the shattering of the forms and of our attachments to the forms; comedy, the wild and careless, inexhaustible joy of life invincible.”
― Joseph Campbell
“There is perhaps nothing worse than reaching the top of the ladder
and discovering that you’re on the wrong wall.”
― Joseph Campbell
“He must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty and life and bow or submit to the absolutely intolerable.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
“The problem in our society and in our schools is to inclulcate, without overdoing it, the notion of education, as in the Latin educere--to lead, to bring out what is in someone rather than merely to indoctrinate him/her from the outside. (89)”
― Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor




“I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I've never met an ordinary man, woman or child.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

“It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.”
― Joseph Campbell

“Man should not be in the service of society, society should be in the service of man. When man is in the service of society, you have a monster state, and that's what is threatening the world at this minute. ...Certainly Star Wars has a valid mythological perspective. It shows the state as a machine and asks, "Is the machine going to crush humanity or serve humanity?" Humanity comes not from the machine but from the heart. What I see in Star Wars is the same problem that Faust gives us: Mephistopheles, the machine man, can provide us with all the means, and is thus likely to determine the aims of life as well. But of course the characteristic of Faust, which makes him eligible to be saved, is that he seeks aims that are not those of the machine. Now, when Luke Skywalker unmasks his father, he is taking off the machine role that the father has played. The father was the uniform. That is power, the state role.”
― Joseph Campbell

“Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.”
― Joseph Campbell
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In kairos hour I bequeath Confusion of my sole belief
Consider: am I god in mortal shell Yet shine no brighter than myself
Invaded by life's patriarch Who conquered me through hatred's art
With fists of all unspoken sin Agrip'd my angered heart within
And blood unknowing humble flows Deity's miscarried ghost
For here my innate children prey Un-nursed and unhealed wounds betray
A swollen rage: my numen's breath Of fire yet demotic sense Weakens me
Mysterious misanthropy Rejects its own humanity
I give thee name Yet keep the blame
That is my one possession Wherein lies the lesson

Baudelaire

Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:00 pm
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More poetry! )
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Heigh ho! Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll give to you.
By stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together.
Heigh ho! I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight?
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull!
And every stroke a bucketful.
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Sonnets from Sidney's Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 2

Not at first sight, nor with a dribbèd shot
Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed,
But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
Till by degrees it had full conquest got.
I saw and liked, I liked but lovèd not,
I loved, but straight did not what Love decreed;
At length to Love's decrees, I, forced, agreed,
Yet with repining at so partial lot.
Now even that footstep of lost liberty
Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite,
I call it praise to suffer tyranny;
And now employ the remnant of my wit
To make myself believe that all is well,
While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.

Sonnet 7

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapped she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest luster, mixed of shades and light?
Or did she else that sober hue devise,
In object best to knit and strength our sight,
Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise,
They sun-like should more dazzle than delight?
Or would she her miraculous power show,
That whereas black seems beatuy's contrary,
She even in black doth make all beauties flow?
Both so and thus: she, minding Love should be
Placed ever there, gave him this mourning weed,
To honor all their deaths, who for her bleed.

Sonnet 31

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies,
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks: thy languished grace,
To me that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

Sonnet 71

Who will in fairest book of Nature know
How Virtue may best lodged in beauty be,
Let him but learn of Love to read in thee,
Stella, those fair lines, which true goodness show.
There shall he find all vices' overthrow,
Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty
Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly;
That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so.
And not content to be Perfection's heir
Thyself, dost strive all minds that way to move
Who mark in thee what is in thee most fair.
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Sonnets from Amoretti

Sonnet 37

What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses,
She doth attyre under a net of gold:
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold or heare, may scarse be told?
Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare:
And being caugth may craftily enfold
Theyr weaker harts, which are not wel aware?
Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net,
In which if ever ye entrappèd are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondnesse it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

Sonnet 54

Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
My love like the Spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,
And mask in myrth lyke to a Comedy:
Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,
I waile and make my woes a Tragedy.
Yet she beholding me with constant eye,
Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:
But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry
She laughes and hardens evermore her hart.
What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,
She is no woman, but a sencelesse stone.

Sonnet 65

The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre love, is vaine,
That fondly feare to loose your liberty,
When loosing one, two liberties ye gayne,
And make him bond that bondage earst dyd fly.
Sweet be the bands, the which true love doth tye,
Without constraynt or dread of any ill:
The gentle birde feels no captivity
Within her cage, but singes and feeds her fill.
There pride dare not approch, nor discord spill
The league twixt them, that loyal love hath bound;
But simple truth and mutuall good will
Seekes with sweet peace to salve each others wound.
There fayth doth fearlesse dwell in brasen towre,
And spotless pleasure builds her sacred bowre.

Sonnet 75

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.
"Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay,
A mortall thing so to immortalize,
For I my selve shall lyke to this decay,
And eek my name bee wypèd out lykewize."
"Not so," quod I, "let baser things devize
To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens wryte your glorious name.
Where whenas death shall all the world subdew,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."

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