The Path...

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 01:10:23 GMT

As promised here are the new items listed on our Etsy page. Please take a look atour online shop via the folowing link.

www.etsy.com/shop.php

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 21:58:39 GMT

Hectic, does'nt even begin to describe what the past few months have been like. I wanted to take the time to update this page, and include some photos. The following are items my Wife and I are making and selling. I'll do my best to update here as we introduce other products. Eventually we will be selling candles, bath salts, as well as other magickal goodies.

www.faertrade.etsy.com

Adrift

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:24:44 GMT

Its very late, I should have been asleep an hour ago. Trying desperately to keep the torch of posting lit, so heres yet annother ramble. Rest assured this wont quite be as "put" together as those before. I found this pic years ago, in an art pdf someone had published on the web. Its odd really, most anything dealing with the sea, Im drawn to. Yet I have a terrible fear of both drowning and suffocation. The idea of "being at sea", gives me the creeps, in the sense of seeing nothing on the horizon aside from water. There is a mystery here, in its waves, and mythologies. Im sure being a water sign plays its role as well. I spent most of my day today setting up a new account on a site called fetlife. it was introduced to me by Karen, you may know her as the lovely "ghost nymph". Fetlife as the name implies, is a space for those interested and involved in the lifestyle, very similar to the all so popular facebook. Like anything there are certainly pro's and cons. It seems at least as though more people from my area use fetlife, as opposed to collarme, so its possibly better for networking. On the other hand unlike collarme, fetlife has a very poor search function, so you can filter out your results making looking through profiles a rather time consuming process. Both sites are really particular abotu the usage of html in blog posts, so anything i transfer over from lj doesnt look nearly as pretty. :{

Since this post will not include any prose, or poor attempt at real writing, I'll address a possibly common missconception about me. In a recent conversation with a good friend of mine, the opinion was given that I am, "girl crazy" and that I lay down at the feet of anyone I meet. I try really really hard to be an objective person, to look in the mirror, and remain open to things even though they may be critical or damaging to the ego. Because of my sensativity, and emotional nature, this in and of itself is not always an easy task. Concerning the above statement I think its more fittingly, a half truth, rather than a pin point description. I do place a lot of importance on intimacy and relationships, closeness, and D/s. More particulary the latter assignment of readily submitting to just anyone just doesnt seem to fit to me. There are indeed a number of people who would gladly have me as thier servant. Just becuase I am not opposed to giving a person and or a situation the benefit of the doubt, that doesnt mean that I have no criteria for what / who Im looking for. I think it speaks more to the notion that i try to listen to my intuition when it calls, and follow my heart where it leads. It has been painfully brought to my attention that concerning people, I do have a tendancy to move too quickly, and this is a fault Im very willing to accept / work on. I suspect the primary reason for this is the whole, being broken and emotionally damaged thing. No one is perfect, and I'm pretty sure I never claimed to be.

In other, unrelated news, I accomplished very little today with the whole magick thing. Im still stuck, at the gate you could say. What I may do tomorrow, is try to post a few times, with an outline of some sort, a gameplan, as if I was teaching someone else how to do this. props to my mentor, guide and Alien friend Scott, for that advise. Either way the hour grows late and i should definetly get some sleep.

thoughts, fairy tales and lost causes.

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 05:15:35 GMT

In the spirit of continuation, Im posting here again, technically an hour past my deadline, but its been a busy day to say the least. Things didnt exactly turn out the way I'd anticipated, the work, at hand, is by no means a meager task. Ironically its both simple and not, thankfully though most of the pieces are here already. A cosmic puzzle of sorts, waiting to be organized, assimilated, and reaaranged. Tomorrow I must go through the archives, letting intuition be my guide, till I gather enough material for a basis. A starting point, this mysterious origin will likely be the most difficult step, one foot in front of the other, till across the threshold we go. The seasons however wait for no one, soon it will be time to gather in the grove, to call, sing, drum and shout.

Take the heart of me if you will, I look past smaller thoughts of scorn, certainly a similar sight these eyes have seen before. I must surely set aside this preocupation, let it quietly return to twilight, where its focus assuredly holds court. The lives of men are bitter tales which fade like frost upon green growth. How foolish of me to think one so faer would entertain any lesser company. It is as it should be, and never the two shall meet. With these words I cut the thread, the thought, the feeling that seems to linger even still. I have covered the mirrors, opened the doors and windows to ensure a weary mind of its closure. Let there be no presence remaining, no scarlet eyes watching from the orchard below. Three times iron is struck against the mantle. The wash is poured below the western gate. May I dream tonight of fireflies and things best left to fate.

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:04:53 GMT

How lovely, and sad these past few months have been. Its easy enough to leave the road, when no direction is ahead. I have read of hourglass eyes, lending an empty view, one story named truth, the lesser of two illusions. In madness and need did I convince myself therin awaited salvation. A peace, some shimmering nobility to take the place of a beating heart next to mine. Like rats in the walls, there came eventually a scratching, and then a voice, whispering, calling me, with words of ancient origin and cruel design. So back to the crossroads I have traveled. Into the heart of this darkened wood. In dreams the dead can live again, with words written backwards. With willow, oak, ash and thorn I build a bonfire. Its blue flames flicker illuminating she who dances within. I shed this skin, and leave its burdens to ride swirls of smoke. This is the old way, the hidden path through valleys both soundless and strange. I kneel before her, our dance is the song of life, the scream in the night. This is the reason, the purpose, from which all of lifes inertia spills forth. It is here I have found myself, awakened from a troubled slumber.

truth

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 19:18:30 GMT

want to start this by giving thanks to those people, who through interaction and conversation, I have luckily inherited knowledge, wisdom, and inspiration. First and foremost on the list would have to be my best friend Scott Rash, who encouraged me, at a pivotal stage in my life, to question, to seek, and to think outside of the box. Months ago he sent me an email with a link to the following video. I can say without hesitation that the content provided within touched me deeply, as a viewer, as a person, but more fundamentally, as a human being. The video itself comes from a website which is primarily a grouping of people who are interested in learning, about themselves and the world we live in. Before deciding to write this blog I asked myself, "whats so great about learning?". Of course there are obvious benefits in the sense that knowledge lends itself to a greater understanding, but that alone, doesnt completely quantify the whole of what a gift such a process really is. Aside from watching documentaries or listening to scientists lecture on various subjects, its also vastly important, and in my opinion essential, that we learn about ourselves, about people, and the infinite degree's of interconnectedness. Some say that quality of life can be measured by such things as wealth, which equates a varying degree of freedom those less fortunate have access to. Others claim a life lived in sacrifice and service to others holds the key to a golden journey and leaves behind a noble history. Such complex and profoundly intimate questions I think are best left to the individual. I will say, that through learning, and exploring, a person can enrich thier life immensely using the imagination, whether they happen to live in a mansion or can barely afford the rent. Since the birth and cultivation of the web, we as a species have blown open the doors of exchanging information. The possibilites are far greater than our minds can comprehend as virtually any subject, idea, or feeling, can be sought, looked at, and discussed. This "work" in my opinion is alchemical evolution in its simpliest and easiest form. In order to keep on point, and not ramble for ever, I'll focus this by saying even in the darkest times, of our history, and our own individual journey's there is always the possibility for growth and change. The individuals who collectively share ideas through the fore mentioned website, are a clear representation that aside from all of our faults and horrors, there is an alternative side still existing in us. We have the potential and oppertunity to both heal ourselves as well as the planet. Simply put, through learning and growth we might just cultivate the needed inertia, passion and desire, to in turn make a change, no matter how small. This simple act might exponentially cause a ripple affect that could, in time, bring the world itself into a whole new state of being.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCermULRk-I

Code hell / Computer Woes

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:40:24 GMT

Okay so I've spent the better half of two days trying to fix my computer. The problem has something to do with "flash", that is used on youtube and similar sites. Im running Windows XP Profession edition SP1. Browsers I use are Slimbrowser and more recently Firefox. Currently installed on my pc is the latest version of Java, and supposedly the latest version of Flash 9 though when I use slimbrowesr, I get continual messages for example on youtube where the video box doesnt display at all. The message says that either I dont have the most current version of Flash or Java both of which are not true. Another significant problem is that on the site www.stickam.com when I log in to my profile and click the button to go live, instead of a popup window opening and my cam coming on as usual, I note that ob the bottom of the screen it says javascript:;. I have followed a ton of different instructions form the flash player site. Uninstalled and reinstalled several times, downloaded thier alternative uninstalling program etc. nothing so far works at all. One of the faq's on the flash site recommended I download a file from Microsoft that dealt with security and rights management to fix the erro, which I did, and installed, but no luck. I have two other hardrives in this pc aside from my C drive, and both of which have previous versions of flash installed on them. My next attempt is to remove all trace of flash from the pc manually, and hope ofr a reinstall that works. If anyone has any info on this problem I would be ever so grateful for any help / insight they might have.

Stickam

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:24:33 GMT

This entry is primarily for those people who want to be added to my list on Stickam. For those of you on LJ not familiar with it I include my cam and links to the site below.

Songs

Tue, 15 May 2007 17:42:52 GMT

here's the song I was telling you about. Hope you enjoy.

Cast a proper Circle

Tue, 09 Nov 2004 02:51:47 GMT

From this point forward, these ramblings shall be closed to all, save those amazing few who are a part of my friends list. Anyone seeking entrance, must prove themselves not to be a demon, monster, ghoul, or other odd variety of malcontent. Faery's are always welcome however, so post here, and perhaps you'll find youself passage across the threshold.