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Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting by sajah - version 1.0 if you like my poems, let them walk in the evening, a little behind you then people will say "Along this road i saw a princess, pass on her way to meet her lover (it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants." -- e. e. cummings Many people are introduced to the Lifestyle via electronic media such as chat rooms, message boards, mailing lists, and so on. Because these venues are based on written communication it is common for people who are new to the lifestyle to come across writing customs they are unfamiliar with. These customs may include the use of third-person speech by submissives, capitalizing the pronouns related to Dominants (He, She), and lowercasing a submissive's name. Newcomers may be told a variety of reasons for this behavior: distinguishing a Dominant from a submissive online, formal displays of humility and respect, emphasis on status, etc. i, like many of these people, took this practice to heart as an outward display of D/s protocols. It was only when i began to encounter some opposition to these practices that I became curious about their origins. After research, i discovered interesting historical aspects on this subject. i offer my findings here, not as to state "what you should do" but rather as a polite rebuttal to the perception that the use of lowercase names started as part of online roleplay. It is also intended as a rebuttal to those who veil pride behind the claim that forgoing modern capitalization is somehow less educated, and criticize the use of improper English. The first documented use of capitalization occurred around the 4th century A.D., with Roman slave scribes. Until this time, Rome used several types of monocased handwriting, such as Capitalis Rustica or Uncial. 2 It is theorized that Roman slave scribes began to develop a method of handwriting for less important communications, beginning with messages between themselves. This handwriting may have been the first to employ both upper- and lowercased letters, introducing the concepts of majuscules and minuscules. The slaves would "lowercase" their names and "uppercase" their Masters, as a form of differentiation. 7 This style of differentiation between subjects in handwriting became what is now called Half-Uncial, and was adopted when many of these slave scribes began to write books that gained renown. Half-Uncial was adopted somewhere around 600 AD, by Latin and Greek philosophers to write their notes. Because many of their predecessors had lowercased their names, these philosophers and theologians continued to do so. Many were unaware that their predecessors had been very educated slaves. 3 With the introduction of the Carolingian script in about 800 A.D., the general public began to incorporate capitals and "smalls" in a single text, usually in informal writings. 4 This use of capitalization resembles the manner in which we use it today, but did not become ubiquitous for many centuries. It became a hallmark of truly dedicated intellectuals of the 11th and 12th centuries to use lowercase when speaking about ones self, as with "i" or "me", and to capitalize the names of gods, including the Christian deity ("God" or "Lord"). As an interesting side note, it is the authors of this time period that e. e. cummings (1894-1962) emulated when he lowercased his name. During his education he noticed Latin and Greek manuscript authors never capitalized their names, and he subsequently began to lowercase his as well. When slavery flourished throughout what is now the Middle East and India, people incorporated a practice of naming their slaves after traits or positive life aspects in hopes to bring these qualities into their households. It became common to have slaves named such things as "wisdom," "dignity," "prosperity," etc. Female slaves, such as odalisques (harem girls), were often given soft names that described attractive things, such as "noor" (light). Some harem women were trained as spies, and named things such as "fahima" (disarming intelligence).10 Because these slaves were named after things, and not in the Muslim biblical naming practice, they were never capitalized. Biblical literature began to use these conventions as well. While no part of the Syriac version of the Old Testament remains, the Armenian version (translated in 411 A.D. from Syriac to Armenian) shows that many testimonies were written with lowercased is and mys, and employed third person speech to show humility before God. This version of the Christian bible was seemingly the first to begin capitalizing God, Lord, and the associated pronouns. 9 The Armenian version was later translated into a variety of other languages, but many of these revised versions retained the capitalization styles up until the 1700s, when Christian scholars decided to make the text "easier to read" and moved to a more modern style of formatting. Editing out some capitalization styles, third person speech, abbreviations, and neumes (Byzantine musical notes to aid the reader in chanting scripture) were just some of the changes that were made. 8 Interestingly, the Christian bible still retains the capitalization for pronouns referring to divine beings in modern texts, such as the King James version. Between the 1600 and 1800s, there was an evolution of language as America sought to keep existing English traditions, employ new "bolder" styles, and draw from many sources such as Africa, France, the Native American Indians, and many language of the West Indies Islands. Capitalization, punctuation, proper grammar, and other rules of English were used loosely in some places, and stringently in others. 1 It is interesting to note, in European literature in this time, slave names, places, and dialects were written in lowercase to distinguish them from European equivalents. In Oroonoko, or the History of the Royal Slave (1688), the European slave master refers to her in lowercase as a term of debasement, to remind her that she is no longer a princess, but a slave. 6 The English language evolved and changed over time, making shifts from Old English to Middle, to Modern, and finally to present-day English. The dialect we speak (mainly American English in the U.S.) is actually very young, less than 200 years old. What some term proper English is not truly traditional in a historical sense. To deem the use of lower- and uppercase conventions as improper is an argument without historical standing. There are many reasons a person may not agree with using these customs, but a short look into history demonstrates "proper English" is an amalgam of various cultures. A common issue taken with these conventions is doing so is to ruin the language, or pollute it some way. As stated above, there is no real purity of the language, and this should be taken into account when using this argument as a defense. No matter the origins of a habit and practice, there will always be those who follow it religiously, those who follow it casually, and those who will argue against it. There is no right or wrong way, but there are methods that have proven themselves over time. You must be your own judge on what will work for you. Do be aware that subscribing or not to a certain D/s community "rule" may affect your standing within social circles you may choose to associate with. We, as humans, thrive on creating social constructs to define our ourselves and our behavior. The practice of distinctive communication conventions in this context is not unpopular in this age, but it should be noted that for the purposes of this argument i would like to express the major reasoning. Firstly, there is a distinct historical precedent. It has been established that these practices have been in use for hundreds of years. Secondly, the use of D/s-style conventions predates the current conventions. Thirdly, the practice itself is functional. For me, personally, i will continue to lowercase my name and capitalize titles and pronouns associated with my Master and other Dominants out of respect and training. These types of reminders and restrictions are helpful to me, helping to create an environment that keeps my submission in the forefront of my thoughts. However, knowing a little history doesnt hurt either. References 1. Childs, Matt D. Florida State University. 2. Diringer, David. (1982) The Book Before Printing: Ancient, Medieval and Oriental. New York: Dover Publications. 3. Granger, Frank. Periodical: The Printers Northwest Trader. Issue: 1998.08. "Twenty-six Wonders". Page: 6 4. Greenberg, Joseph H. (1967) "Essays in Linguistics Chicago", University of Chicago Press 5. Kasson, Joy S. "Mind in Matter in History: Viewing The Greek Slave" 6. Behn, A. (1688) Oroonoko or the History of the Royal Slave 7. Rick, Tyler and Popp, Martin. Museum of the Alphabet, Waxhaw, North Carolina 8. Romaine, Susanne (1994) Language and Society. An Introduction to Socilinguistics. New York; Oxford University Press Inc. 9. Ryrie, C. C. Formatting the Word of God The Charles Caldwell Ryrie Collection 10. Vadja, Edward, Prof. Western Washington University, Linguistics 201 11. Yale Journal of Criticism (1998)
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

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i did not write this! i do hope Y/you like it though!!! `curtsey` One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of the Goddess they were, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, and I asked Her, "What have we here? These prints are large and round and neat, But much too big to be from feet." "My child," She said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait." "You would not learn, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand." Author unknown

Samhain

Mistress felt that i needed to do something in observance of Her biggest holiday of the year. i say Hers and not O/ours because i still fell like a non-Christian who is befriended by a Christian family. He’s exposed to it, learns a little bit about it and may even be interested in learning more about it, but he’s not a Christian yet. He hasn’t embraced it and decided that it is the religion for him. i am him in reverse. i grew up Christian and i even tried being the good lil Christian girl and going to church and reading the bible. i even went so far as to convert from Catholicism to Iglacia Ni Christo (it’s Pilipino for Church of Christ and no it’s not Mormon) and married a bible thumper. Now i don’t go to church and i have been befriended by lots of Pagans and Wiccans on here and i’m interested, but i still feel like the outsider looking in and that is why i say Hers and not O/ours. T/together W/we decided that i would spend my day researching this holiday and posting my findings here. They will not be in my words, as that would take me months of writing and rewriting. i hope A/all of Y/you W/who take the time to read this will get even more out of it than i did doing it! Chapter 5: What Witches Do: The Sabbats Samhain pgs 64 – 68 copied verbatim From: id you want to be a WITCH by: Edain McCoy Samhain (October 31) Non-Witches, or “Cowan” as they are sometimes called, have a whole mixed bag of silly ideas about what Witches do, especially on the night they know as Halloween. While it is one of our major sacred days (the other being Beltane), there is nothing sinister about it, nor anything so off the wall that should titillate the masses as it seems to do. Not a year goes by without some coven being intruded upon by people who just want to see what hideous rites will be enacted. The late Sybil Leek, a hereditary Witch from England, wrote in her book The Complete Art of Witchcraft that, on one Halloween, a woman broke into her Florida hotel room and refused to leave until she saw whatever Sybil planned to do that night. The roots of Samhain (pronounced SOW-in, “sow” rhymes with “cow”) come from deep in the Celtic past, and are not very thrilling as a spectator sport. The Celtic new year began on the eve of Samhain, or what we know today as All Hallows Eve. Now fixed on October 31, this date could have been celebrated up to two weeks later depending upon how soon the last of the harvest was ready to be gathered in. In some British traditions, November 7 is referred to as the Old Samhain. Samhain was not only an acknowledgement of the final harvest, but was the night when the God of the old year died, not to be seen again until his rebirth at the winter solstice. It was considered the worst of luck to take the last piece of the harvest from the fields or trees. Something should always be left to keep the land connected with its produce throughout the long winter to come, and to insure that the Gods and Goddesses of death and regeneration have some marker to follow back in the spring. Samhain is the night when the veil separating the worlds of spirit and form is at its thinnest, and the souls of our ancestors may pass freely into our world to join in the sabbat celebration. Altars are usually decorated with mementoes of those who have passed before and with harvest items such as apples, pumpkins, turnips, and berries. The aspects of deity that rule at Samhain are the crone aspect of the Goddess and the Lord of the Hunt. These aspects will have different names depending upon which culture you draw for your personal mythology, but their archetypal functions remain consistent. The Crone Goddess is the older woman, wise but stern, giving while exacting a price, She is a teacher of tough lessons, but those lessons are always in the best interest of the student. She is not to be feared, for she is the same mother Goddess who gave us life in the summer. She is merely old now and can share her knowledge with us, is we stop to listen to her. She is symbolized by the wise old owl who travels by night but is not blinded by darkness. The Lord of the Hunt is an underworld aspect of the God, who rides upon the night air with his horses and hounds. He seeks souls to take back with him to the underworld. This sounds frightening, but it isn’t always. When it’s time to die, wouldn’t you like a caring God to escort you? The Lord of the Hunt also rounds up lost souls who cannot find the way to the world of spirit, or who do not realize they have died, or who are afraid to leave the familiar for something unknown. The notion that there is anything evil or Satanic about Samhain is ridiculous. Satan is a construct of Christian theology, and it has no meaning for Witches. This is not is not a celebration of death, but a celebration of the cycles that bring growth and transformation of the spirit. What our Samhain rituals remind us of is that it is from death that life emerges. Like the caterpillar in his cocoon, death is a respite between life and rebirth. Another custom carved out of the Pagan past is trick-or-treating. Bread foods are often favorites of the deities and other spirits, so they are ones most often still given as Samhain offering. After Halloween became All Soul’s Day on the church calendar, it became customary for children in England to go door to door asking for soul-cake donations for their alters. Eventually this evolved into the sugar-gathering spree that is modern trick-or-treating. beginner’s Samhain ritual As you did in chapter 4, you will need only two unlit candles on your alter at this time. Don’t worry about collecting or making lots of magickal tools until you grow familiar enough with the rituals to know intuitively which ones you want and which work best for you. We’re all different and so are our affinities. Samhain alters are customarily adorned with photographs of loved loves who have already crossed over into the realm of spirit, If you don’t have photos, you can use an item passed down to you or some symbol of your ethnic heritage, even if that symbol is only a book on its history and language. Call out loud the names of your beloved dead. You can even make a blanket call to, for example, all the innocents killed during the Burning Times, or all innocents who died through acts of terrorism, or all who perished in a natural disaster, or through domestic violence. Pet spirits may also be honored. (I lost it here for about a half hour. I miss you so much you big moose!!!!) In many Witchcraft traditions it is customary to call out loud the names of those who have passed over into spirit, and to ring a bell as you give your call. These may be family members or any others in spirit you wish to honor. The origins of this custom are hazy, but there are two prominent theories. One is that the bell’s tolling brings a higher vibration to the circle, one comfortable and compatible with that of the spirits. The second is that it chases away lesser spirits whom you do not want using your ritual as a portal. You may speak to your ancestors and ask them to be with you in the year to come or to go with the deities who will take them where they want to go. Once you become attuned to the presence of spirits, you’ll find some occasionally stopping in just to see how you’re getting along. This is most likely to happen during the dark part of the year, usually from autumn equinox through a few weeks past Yule. Remember, spirits are sentient beings, and you should not violate their free will unless you just cannot tolerate sharing your living space with them. I admit it’s discomfiting at first to know another being is moving about your house unseen, but if its someone who loved you in life; he or she could be a comforting, protective presence. My beloved little sheltie passed over in February 2002 at the age of fourteen; yet come September, I could still feel him near me. I awoke several times to hear his tags jingling as he trotted down the hallway. I could feel his feet stumbling across my ankles to the other side of the bed just as he used to do when he was a young dog and could make the leap up to the bed without my assistance. I know he comes to offer me comfort when I’m feeling low, and probably to reassure me that he is fine in his spirit body, which apparently restored his youth. When you are ready to end your ritual, thank your deities for coming, extinguish their candles, and ground your circle and then yourself. Roots of Halloween Written by Colleen Hale-Hodgson, Arts Editor Wednesday, 25 October 2006 No, it didn't start with Spiderman costumes or worshipping the devil. Does candy taste better when you don't know where it comes from? Halloween, the year's biggest provider of free sweets, is one of those nights that people don't really know what they are celebrating for. As a child, it's about dressing up like scary creatures, carving jack-o-lanterns with your parents and gathering together with a group of friends, as you knock on as many front doors in your neighborhood as you can before bedtime. It's true that free candy and dressing up like a pirate is what makes modern day Halloween worth celebrating, but there's another side that's never been completely understood by its participants. Halloween is rooted in the Irish-Celtic traditional celebration of Samhain, an annual festival held from the evening of Oct. 31 to Nov. 1. The festival marks the changing seasons, from summer to winter, and the end of the harvest. It was a time when villagers would take stock of their crop and their herd, deciding which animals to keep for breeding purposes and which to slaughter for food for the winter. It was also a cleansing ritual that was meant to ensure that the year to come was plentiful and healthy for everyone. This tradition was adapted by the Christians in the Middle Ages, combining it with All Hallows' Day. This is what later morphed into the secular holiday Halloween. The tradition was brought to the Americas with the Irish in the 19th century. It was first celebrated by Irish-American and Scottish-American immigrants, and only became a popular commercial holiday in the late 20th century. The actual literal meaning of "pagan" originated as a term that referred to rural areas and their people. With the Christianization of European civilization, which spread much stronger and faster in urban areas, the word came to mean something equivalent to modern day hillbillies - a country dweller. It became a derogatory term for these people, generally meaning that they were too uncivilized to embrace Christianity. Many held on to their historical religions, however, and were vilified by the urban Christian society; some were even driven out of existence. Now the term paganism refers to a very broad group of different religious and traditional beliefs, generally defined by their close connection to nature and polytheistic beliefs. This means they worship multiple Gods and Goddesses. Another distinguisher is that they are separate from other Abrahamic-based faiths, which are religions that trace their lineage back to Abraham (i.e. Christianity, Judaism and Islam). Samhain not only looked at the year that had passed regarding their crop and livestock, they also took stock of the people they had lost. This is where the connection of ghosts and spirits developed into people running around with bed sheets on their heads. During the festival, the villagers would start large bonfires at the centre of town that were meant to cleanse the village and its people. There were usually two large fires built next to each other, and as a means of purification, people would sometimes bring their cattle or other livestock between the fires with them. The bonfires were also used to pull spirits away from the homes they once lived in. The hearth fires in the house would be put out, and lit again later by a torch from one of the bonfires, which would remain burning all night long. It's interesting to note that the modern practice of trick-or-treating, sometimes called "guising," originated in the British Isles and involved the poor going door to door and begging for food on All Souls Day. It's unclear, however, how it developed into small children running around wearing masks and demanding small chocolates from their neighbors. Presumably, when a person said "trick-or-treat," it was really a veiled threat promising a bit of vandalism or other pranks if they didn't get their favorite chocolate bar. Perhaps the biggest misconception about pagans and Halloween is people's assumption that they are both associated with the occult or Satanism. While Samhain was rooted in the belief that, during the festival, the separation between the living and the dead was less substantial, none of them invoked evil spirits or made pacts with the Devil in exchange for supernatural powers. Witches, one of Halloween's staple spooks, are also not what they appear. Witches, or more accurately known as Wiccans, don't fly around on broomsticks, brew potions in cauldrons (unless it's stew) or turn princes into toads. Wicca is a neopagan religion - meaning that it's a modern-day religion based on other ancient pagan beliefs – that practices witchcraft. Although this does connote some supernatural practices, the traditions of witchcraft are based in the belief that the human spirit has a deeply-rooted connection with nature, and can even influence it under the right circumstances. It should be noted, however, that not all witches are Wiccans, as witchcraft does not necessarily involve the defined moral guidelines that the Wiccan religion does. So, this Halloween, instead of using the night as an excuse to wear leather and chains or don a SpongeBob SquarePants suit, try to spend some time reflecting on the year you've had, remembering people who've come in and out of your life and begin planning for the season ahead of you. 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Samhain marks one of the two great doorways of the Celtic year, for the Celts divided the year into two seasons: the light and the dark, at Beltane on May 1st and Samhain on November 1st. Some believe that Samhain was the more important festival, marking the beginning of a whole new cycle, just as the Celtic day began at night. For it was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground. Whereas Beltane welcomes in the summer with joyous celebrations at dawn, the most magically potent time of this festival is November Eve, the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween. Samhain (Scots Gaelic: Samhuinn) literally means “summer's end.” In Scotland and Ireland, Halloween is known as Oíche Shamhna, while in Wales it is Nos Calan Gaeaf, the eve of the winter's calend, or first. With the rise of Christianity, Samhain was changed to Hallowmas, or All Saints' Day, to commemorate the souls of the blessed dead who had been canonized that year, so the night before became popularly known as Halloween, All Hallows Eve, or Hollantide. November 2nd became All Souls Day, when prayers were to be offered to the souls of all who the departed and those who were waiting in Purgatory for entry into Heaven. Throughout the centuries, pagan and Christian beliefs intertwine in a gallimaufry of celebrations from Oct 31st through November 5th, all of which appear both to challenge the ascendancy of the dark and to revel in its mystery. In the country year, Samhain marked the first day of winter, when the herders led the cattle and sheep down from their summer hillside pastures to the shelter of stable and byre. The hay that would feed them during the winter must be stored in sturdy thatched ricks, tied down securely against storms. Those destined for the table were slaughtered, after being ritually devoted to the gods in pagan times. All the harvest must be gathered in -- barley, oats, wheat, turnips, and apples -- for come November, the faeries would blast every growing plant with their breath, blighting any nuts and berries remaining on the hedgerows. Peat and wood for winter fires were stacked high by the hearth. It was a joyous time of family reunion, when all members of the household worked together baking, salting meat, and making preserves for the winter feasts to come. The endless horizons of summer gave way to a warm, dim and often smoky room; the symphony of summer sounds was replaced by a counterpoint of voices, young and old, human and animal. In early Ireland, people gathered at the ritual centers of the tribes, for Samhain was the principal calendar feast of the year. The greatest assembly was the 'Feast of Tara,' focusing on the royal seat of the High King as the heart of the sacred land, the point of conception for the new year. In every household throughout the country, hearth-fires were extinguished. All waited for the Druids to light the new fire of the year -- not at Tara, but at Tlachtga, a hill twelve miles to the north-west. It marked the burial-place of Tlachtga, daughter of the great druid Mogh Ruith, who may once have been a goddess in her own right in a former age. At all the turning points of the Celtic year, the gods drew near to Earth at Samhain, so many sacrifices and gifts were offered up in thanksgiving for the harvest. Personal prayers in the form of objects symbolizing the wishes of supplicants or ailments to be healed were cast into the fire, and at the end of the ceremonies, brands were lit from the great fire of Tara to re-kindle all the home fires of the tribe, as at Beltane. As they received the flame that marked this time of beginnings, people surely felt a sense of the kindling of new dreams, projects and hopes for the year to come. The Samhain fires continued to blaze down the centuries. In the 1860s the Halloween bonfires were still so popular in Scotland that one traveler reported seeing thirty fires lighting up the hillsides all on one night, each surrounded by rings of dancing figures, a practice which continued up to the first World War. Young people and servants lit brands from the fire and ran around the fields and hedges of house and farm, while community leaders surrounded parish boundaries with a magic circle of light. Afterwards, ashes from the fires were sprinkled over the fields to protect them during the winter months -- and of course, they also improved the soil. The bonfire provided an island of light within the oncoming tide of winter darkness, keeping away cold, discomfort, and evil spirits long before electricity illumined our nights. When the last flame sank down, it was time to run as fast as you could for home, raising the cry, “The black sow without a tail take the hindmost!” Even today, bonfires light up the skies in many parts of the British Isles and Ireland at this season, although in many areas of Britain their significance has been co-opted by Guy Fawkes Day, which falls on November 5th, and commemorates an unsuccessful attempt to blow up the English Houses of Parliament in the 17th century. In one Devonshire village, the extraordinary sight of both men and women running through the streets with blazing tar barrels on their backs can still be seen! Whatever the reason, there will probably always be a human need to make fires against the winter’s dark. Divination at Halloween Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

Samhain was a significant time for divination, perhaps even more so than May or Midsummer’s Eve, because this was the chief of the three Spirit Nights. Divination customs and games frequently featured apples and nuts from the recent harvest, and candles played an important part in adding atmosphere to the mysteries. In Scotland, a child born at Samhain was said to be gifted with an dà shealladh, “The Two Sights” commonly known as “second sight,” or clairvoyance. Apple Magic At the heart of the Celtic Otherworld grows an apple tree whose fruit has magical properties. Old sagas tell of heroes crossing the western sea to find this wondrous country, known in Ireland as Emhain Abhlach, (Evan Avlach) and in Britain, Avalon. At Samhain, the apple harvest is in, and old hearthside games, such as apple-bobbing, called apple-dookin’ in Scotland, reflect the journey across water to obtain the magic apple. Dookin' for Apples Place a large tub, preferably wooden, on the floor, and half fill it with water. Tumble in plenty of apples, and have one person stir them around vigorously with a long wooden spoon or rod of hazel, ash or any other sacred tree. Each player takes their turn kneeling on the floor, trying to capture the apples with their teeth as they go bobbing around. Each gets three tries before the next person has a go. Best to wear old clothes for this one, and have a roaring fire nearby so you can dry off while eating your prize! If you do manage to capture an apple, you might want to keep it for a divination ritual, such as this one: The Apple and the Mirror Before the stroke of midnight, sit in front of a mirror in a room lit only by one candle or the moon. Go into the silence, and ask a question. Cut the apple into nine pieces. With your back to the mirror, eat eight of the pieces, and then throw the ninth over your left shoulder. Turn your head to look over the same shoulder, and you will see and in image or symbol in the mirror that will tell you your answer. (When you look in the mirror, let your focus go "soft," and allow the patterns made by the moon or candlelight and shadows to suggest forms, symbols and other dreamlike images that speak to your intuition.) Dreaming Stones Go to a boundary stream and with closed eyes, take from the water three stones between middle finger and thumb, saying these words as each is gathered: I will lift the stone As Mary lifted it for her Son, For substance, virtue, and strength; May this stone be in my hand Till I reach my journey’s end. (Scots Gaelic) Togaidh mise chlach, Mar a thog Moire da Mac, Air bhrìgh, air bhuaidh, ‘s air neart; Gun robh a chlachsa am dhòrn, Gus an ruig mi mo cheann uidhe. Carry them home carefully and place them under your pillow. That night, ask for a dream that will give you guidance or a solution to a problem, and the stones will bring it for you. © Mara Freeman, 1999 Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

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i did not write this poem.

The Coors Light beer Poet’s Present, A poem by Travis entitled “Dude Fest” This is a true story. I went to a party, my head was swimin, There were twenty three guys and Only four women. As I opened a bottle of cold Coors Light, I thought fifteen more ladies will make this party right. Just then I noticed a smile on my bro Tim, The hotties finally showed, in clouding the one from the gym. I thought to myself, no more dude fest, Finally some bodies with no hair on their chest.

THE SQUIRREL OF DEATH

(author unknown) I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and it must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular... He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. TORQUE. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in .. well . I just plain screamed. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle. my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked...sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of...so to speak. Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder, roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really... Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist on "letting the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car...but it was all his. I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves...and a whole lot of Band-Aids. Mistress Silver Wolf's lil girl *jamie*

BDSM

i found this through Dictionary.com. i did not write it or rate it and i think the ratings are wrong but i like the list, so here it is. `curtsey` Acronym Meaning Rank Bondage Domination Soumission ***** Bondage Domination Sadism **** Bondage Discipline Sadism Masochism **** Bondage Domination Submission *** Bondage Discipline Sado Masochism *** Bondage Discipline Sadism and Masochism *** Bondage Domination Sadism and Masochism *** Bondage Dominant Submissive *** Bondage Domination Sado Masochism *** Bondage Dominance Submission Masochism *** Bondage Domination Sadism Masochism *** Bondage Dominance Sadism and Masochism ** Bondage Dominance and Sissy Males * Bestiality Domination Submission * Bondage and Domination Sadism and Masochism * to me, the yellow one should be first, but to E/each T/their own. `curtsey`
“My pet I have a surprise for you today.” I smile as I gaze up into Her Beautiful Bright Blue Eyes, her long straight jet-black hair laying neatly down her back, “yes Mistress.” She looks down into my deep dark brown eyes as she moves my medium length wavy dark brown hair out of her way to attach my leash to my collar and leads me into one of the extra bedrooms that we never use. As I crawl through the doorway I see in the center of the room what looks to be an extra tall `single` four poster bed, stripped bare. Standing on end at the foot of the bed is what looks to be an 18” wide, 2000-foot long roll of saran wrap. Kneeling at her feet with my legs spread wide to display what is hers, my hands resting on my thighs palms up and my back straight and sitting back on my heals. I look up at Her expectantly and wait. As she removes my collar she smiles at me and I hope that she is planning what I have been longing for, for years. “My pet, you are to take the saran wrap and starting from the foot of the bed, you are to wrap it all the way to the head of the bed and back down to the foot over lapping each wrap by 6”. Then starting from the right side wrap all the way to the left side and back to the right with the 6” overlap.” Smiling, “yes Mistress.” I get up get a towel out of the laundry and lay it on the hard wood floor by the foot of the bed on the right side. Picking up the roll of saran wrap and starting from the left side I attach the wrap to the frame and roll the roll across the bed to the other side. Lying down on the towel I slide under the bed using my feet to push me. When I get to the other side I get up and place the roll of saran wrap on top of the bed. I then pick up the towel and take it to the other side and lay it out for my next trip, I then reach across the bed and pull the roll to me. I repeat this until I have the bed completely wrap as I was instructed to. I then put the roll back where I found it and I put the towel back in the laundry. I return to my kneeling position (see above for the description of the position) at Mistresses feet, “the bed is ready for Your inspection Mistress.” She smiles down at me and then walks over to the bed. Slowly walking around the bed, she smiles as she sees that I have done exactly as I was instructed to, “very good My pet!” She walks back over to me and inspects me top to bottom and back to front, stopping in front of me for a long slow inspection. She smiles and says, “you are all sweaty My pet, was that hard work?” Smiling, “no Ma’am, i enjoyed every second of it. it just took a little effort on my part to keep the wrap tight while working my way under the bed each time Mistress.” Smiling up into her beautiful blue eyes, “i am just glad that You find it satisfactory, Mistress!” She smiles down at me, “I do My pet, now go and rinse yourself off. you have 15 minutes to rinse off, dry off and return to here for another inspection, My pet and make sure you wash and dry your hair, you have stuff in it.” With an enthusiastic, “yes Ma’am!” I hurry out of the room only to return to gently kiss her on the cheek, “i love You Mistress!” I dash out of the room only to return 13 minutes later to find a purple pillow with a note on it that reads, “Wait here My pet!” I kneel on the pillow in her display position and quietly wait for her inspection. After what seems like hours, but is really only just a few minutes, she returns clad in a skin tight, pink passion rubber catsuit, that looks like it was painted onto her, as it is molded to her every curve. She is wearing her 4” knee high pink passion patent leather ‘Bitch Boots’ that zip all the way from her arch up to her knee. She is a vision of Dominatrix/Goddess Beauty in pink passion as she walks around me, giving me the once over before she runs a hand through my completely dry hair. She steps in front of me, her boots quietly clicking with her every step and squats down to run a hand first up one hairless thigh to my hairless balls and down the other hairless thigh. As she rises she run a hand up each arm and across my chest then lets one had trail across my shoulder as she moves behind me, letting her hand slid down my back. She smiles satisfied that I am still completely hairless. Her touch having aroused me to a raging hard on, that she pretends not to have noticed as she walks back in front of me allowing her had to slide across my other shoulder, “Stand up and spread your legs 3’ apart My pet!” As I happily obey her command, “yes Mistress.” Smiling as I wait for her to continue, she tapes a large cotton ball to each nipple then says, “Bring Me the wrap my pet.” Eagerly I say, “yes Mistress,” as walk over and pick up the roll of saran wrap and quickly return and kneel at her feet as I offer up the roll to her, “here is the wrap Mistress.” She smiles down at me as she takes the roll from me. She then says in a commanding tone, “Stand up and spread your legs again my pet!” Smiling as I get back into position as quickly as I can, “yes Ma’am!” Starting at my right ankle, she carefully warps her way up my leg to my crotch “Raise your arms!” “yes Ma’am,” as my arms go up. She notices that my armpits are also without hair as she continues up may torso and my left arm past the ends of my fingers. She starts back down making several passes around each joint (wrist, elbow and knee) before stopping back at my right ankle. Cutting the plastic off and smoothing down the end, she moves to my left ankle and repeats the same process up my right arm and back down to my left ankle and cut off the plastic and smooths down the end. She then adds several more layers of plastic to my hips and torso. “Walk over to the bed My pet.” As I try to walk I say, “yes Ma’am.” Seeing how unsteadily I’m waddling, she gives me some support to ensure that I don’t fall. Having a flash of insight, she spreads a blanket over bed, “Now turn around and lay back on the bed, My pet.” “yes Ma’am,” as she helps me to do both. She uses the blanket to pull me farther up on to the bed so that only my feet and lower legs are hanging off of the bed. She then carefully wraps both feet then sets the roll down and using the blanket again she pulls me all the way onto the bed before she works the blanket out from under me. As she tapes two large pieces of cotton over each eye, she whispers into my ear, in her ‘command’ voice, “Don’t Move, Stay Calm!” All thoughts of movement vanish from my mind as her commands fills my mind and my breathing slows. I feel a touch on the inside of my right thigh up by my crotch as I hear the sound of the saran wrap being applied. I hear the sound of the wrap pealing off of the roll moving under the bed. There is pressure on my left thigh just before it is lifted up and the roll passed around it. I hear it moving under the bed again back to my right side and I feel my right thigh lifted up and the roll passed around it just as it was on the left side. I hear and feel this repeated all the way down to my ankles. Having fantasized about this for many, many years, I know that She will do the same thing to my arms and then wrap my torso and head to the bed as well leaving my nose and mouth uncovered so that I can breath and She can kiss me if She so chooses to. She steps back and admires her work, not knowing that I have started to slip into the bliss of ‘sub-space’ She asks, “How do you feel My pet?” I try to answer Her, but my jaw doesn’t move, so that all that comes out is a very muffled, “wonderful Mistress.” She chuckles softly before telling me, “you may move your moth to answer Me, but the rest of you still can’t move! Understood?” “yes Mistress.” “Good My pet. Now just relax.” “yes Ma’am,” as I slip a little deeper, knowing that I am safe with Mistress. Losing all sense of time and space I drift on a cloud until I feel cold air hit my right nipple, which instantly gets rock hard. Just as the shock is subsiding I feel cold air hit my left nipple, which also instantly gets rock hard along with my already hard cock. As this second shock subsides I start to drift again. After how long I have no idea, I feel something warm and wet sliding up and down my shaft. My entire being shifts to my crotch as what feels like a very soft female hand starts playing with my swollen balls. The warm wetness continues to slide up and down on my throbbing shaft as the hand continues to fondle my nuts. This continues until I think that I’m about to blow a load and then everything stops and a whimper escapes my throat. After what seems like a lifetime, the warm wetness returns to, to my surprise, my still hard cock and the hand begins to love my balls again. Just as I think that I’ve reach my limit and I’m going to cum everything stops again and I whimper even louder. During the third time I start to slip even deeper into sub-space, to the point then when everything stops again, no sound escapes me, but a blissful grin starts to form on my face. My cock and balls are played with over and over again. How many times I don’t know or care. I am so deep in sub-space by now that I also don’t notice that each time it last a shorter amount of time than the last until I hear her ‘command’ voice, “My pet Cum, NOW!” And instantly I feel the grand daddy of all orgasms starting to rip thought me as the warm wetness touches the head of my now extremely rock hard cock, I explode like I have never exploded before. I drift in sub-space for an unknown length of time until I slowly start to realize that my lips are being kissed and I am no longer wrapped. In between each kiss I start to hear, “Come back to Me My pet, I love you!” After this goes on for I don’t know how long, with me coming back a little more each time, I finally say, “hi” Mistress wraps Her arms around me and says, “Welcome back My pet. Did you enjoy yourself?” “yes Mistress, very much! Thank You, thank You, thank You!” “No need to thank Me, My pet, I enjoyed it Myself, very much! Are you ready to get cleaned up, My pet? “yes Mistress, I think so anyway.” “you may move now,” and She helps me to sit up then the room starts to spin. Grabbing Her for support, ‘not ready yet Mistress!” “Ok, here lay back down for a while, My pet.” She lays me back down and snuggles up next to me. We stay like that for about 2 hours as I drift in and out of sleep in her loving embrace. She slowly gets up and says, “I’ll be right back, Don’t Move, My pet!” at which point I couldn’t even if I wanted to and she slips away. Less than a minute later I hear what sounds like water running into the bathtub and she returns with a huge smile on her face. “you may move now, My pet. Let’s try getting you up again.” “yes Mistress,” Sitting up with her help and then she slowly pulled me to my feet. My legs are still a little unsteady, so she helps me walk to the bathroom and to get into the nice hot bath. I lay back and relax as she starts to gently wash me. © lil blue fae *jamie*
please keep in mind that this was written back in 2002 when i had a Mistress that i was S/switching with and before i wrote my realization, which is also posted here. as submissives it is our desire to please our Dominants to keep them happy. but is there not both give and take in a relationship? aren't the submissive's needs and desires just as important? to keep the relationship healthy, isn't it the Dominant's responsibility to keep their submissive happy as well? i have heard several of my submissive friends complain they aren't getting their needs and desires met and asking for advise on how to approach it with their Dominants. i would appreciate any answers or advice anyone can give me. i will willingly pass it on to those who can benifit from it. i found the above question posted in the forum of a BDSM chat room. below, please find my responce. as a true or natural S/switch (call this M/my coming out of the broom closet), I/i feel that it is the Dom/mes responsibility to recognize that Their submissive has needs and desires beyond just being pleasing to their Master or Mistress. a perfect example of this is those submissives that get off on being spanked. it turns them, to them it's a form of foreplay (for lack of a better word) and if done correctly will put them into sub space. (a place that every good submissive deserves to be taken) it is not seen as a punishment to them, yet some, who's Dom/mes' don't readaly recognize this in them act up to be "punished" so that they can get that spanking that they so desperately crave. now being a S/switch i always strive to please my Mistress' every desire, as there is almost nothing on this planet that i wouldn't do to make Her happy, as it truly makes me happy when She finds me pleasing! When I Dom her (Yes she is a S/switch also) I always try to determine what she needs from Me today, so that I can give it to her. Now this is not always an easy thing to do, as when she is being submissive, she is very submissive. I would like to think that I do a very good job of meeting her needs most days, but that is My job as her Dom! I/i hope that M/my words have help some. I/i know that I/i'm not a very good writer and being that it is 2:20am as I/i write and M/my mind keeps wandering to M/my submissive as I/i love her so! *jamie*/Master TRR Notes from readers : Notes are limited to a length of 400 characters or less. You have characters left. ~kissing your lips softly~ Very good My pet. thank you. As usual i am having the same reaction to this subject, it always amazes me that a Dom would be concerned that his sub is being pleased as well since in my case i am most pleased when i know my Dom is getting everything i can possibly give Him, knowing that He is well pleased with me. [purple passion faery] lil blue fae *jamie*

New bank procedure

A sign in the Bank Lobby reads: "Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through teller machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts. After months of careful research, MALE & FEMALE procedures have been developed. Please follow the appropriate steps for your gender." MALE PROCEDURE: 1. Drive up to the cash machine. 2. Put down your car window. 3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN. 4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw. 5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt. 6. Put window up. 7. Drive off. ********************************************** FEMALE PROCEDURE: 1. Drive up to cash machine. 2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine. 3. Set parking brake, put the window down. 4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card. 5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up 6. Attempt to insert card into machine. 7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car. 8. Insert card. 9. Re-insert card the right way. 10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page. 11. Enter PIN. 12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN. 13. Enter amount of cash required. 14. Take a quick peeky at yourself in rear view mirror. 15. Retrieve cash and receipt 16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside. 17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook. 18. Re-check makeup. 19. Drive forward 2 feet. 20. Reverse back to cash machine. 21. Retrieve card. 22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided. 23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you 24. Restart stalled engine and pull off. 25. Redial person on cell phone. 26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles. 27. Release Parking Brake lil blue fae *jamie*
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