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If I seem a little distant or incoherent, it's because I am. I am not a NeuroTypical and I have no desire to become one. This is simply the area in which I stim my creative impulses. (WARNING: All entries are either ENTIRELY TRUE or ENTIRELY FALSE and anything claiming to be one of the latter is, in fact, one of the former. There are no exceptions to this rule.) comments, marriage proposals, and death threats can be sent here 
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Tuesday, April 30, 2002
30 April. St Sophia's Day. She was originally the spirit of female wisdom, symbolised by the dove of Aphrodite, later transformed into the dove of the holy ghost. Sophia was God's female soul, source of its power, just as Kali-shakti vitalised the Hindu gods. Her greatest shrine is Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, one of the wonders of the world. For the Celts, May Eve was Beltane, the spring festival when witches and spirits were abroad. They burnt an effigy of the God Bel. As the sun sets, Walpurgisnacht begins with the ceremonial cutting of the May bush. Monday, April 29, 2002
"It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged. You can see it in their faces." -- Aldous Huxley 29 April. A miracle was declared by the Patriarch of Jerusalem in 1991 after blood appeared to pour from the communion bread in the city of Zarka, near Amman in Jordan, on 21 April. The blood had appeared as the priest prepared for communion, spilling in the brass holder. The worshippers 'started daubing it on their faces and eating it,' said the Mother Superior of a local convent school. At the same time, a local man who had been bedridden for a year threw off his oxygen mask and sprang out of bed, telling his wife that something had happened at the church. Sunday, April 28, 2002
28 April. The following story appeared in the press today in 1985. Walter Sawchuck ran a fish and chips shop and a grocers in Haddington, Lothian, in Scotland. In 1970 he bought two small electric wall clocks from a stallholder for �1.50 and jokingly asked for a guarantee. The stallholder told him: 'I promise these clocks will never break down as long as you are in business.' Five years later, he sold the chip shop and the day he handed it over, the clock in the shop burnt itself out. Five years after that, he sold the other shop and the second clock broke down. Saturday, April 27, 2002
Thursday, April 25, 2002
you're young and strange and sweet and my heart cries out to you wherever you are. if we must quarrel when we're together, then let's quarrel. as long as we're together. darling. my love. I imagine a day when people don't inherit the shit of past generations. A day when our political system is not based on reaction, our legal system is not based on fear, and our penal system is not based on revenge. A day when we can each fight our own battles. A day when all oppressors will at least have a face to spit in. A day when each and every one of us is responsible for our own growth -- and there is no one to blame for failure but oneself. A day when we are all free from propaganda and ochlocracy and hypocrisy. Who else is ready for a world like this? Life can be tough, and sometimes it sucks. Some people blame their problems on their parents. Some blame patriarchy; some blame capitalism. Some blame the Devil. And some brave souls blame themselves. But the time for pointing fingers is over. We're not going to save the world by creating some boogeyman to chase. The only thing now that can really stand in our way of being free is ourselves. Are we going to embrace freedom -- and all of its responsibilities -- or are we going to be weak, nursing our insecurities behind a barrage of blame and accusations? A wise man once said, "Few are made for independence; it is a privilege of the strong." Do you have what it takes to prove to yourself that you're strong enough to be free? Living free, truly free-spirited, is an awesome task. It takes guts. Freedom is as close human beings can come to being gods. Gods are not bound by societies, and have the objectivity to critique whole cultures. Is it really too much to expect from a person? Is it too much to expect from yourself? True freedom means having the courage to call a lie a lie, and the independence not to be hurt by those who most want the lie to go unnoticed. A liar is harmless as such when exposed; it doesn't matter if the liar is a government member, a family member, or yourself. The lie is the most powerful weapon known to man, but only so long as no one knows it is a lie. And it isn't hard to teach yourself how to spot lies, even the lies you tell yourself -- which are, by far, the most dangerous. Why should I conform? Why should I join that religion? Why should I join that political party? Why should I dress that way? Why should I act that way? Why should I pretend that your problems are my problems, too? Why should I pretend that your needs are my needs? Why should I voice your worn-out moral platitudes? Give me a good reason, for once. I, for one, am damn sick and tired of hearing people say, "It's just part of living in society," as if they never made the choice to swallow whatever garbage their "culture" decided to throw their way."Social Contract" my ass. It's a farce -- why don't you just show me my name on the dotted line? Can't, can you? Because I never signed any "Social Contract." You can't even cite implied consent -- because I didn't choose to be born into your "society." I'm going to let you in on a little secret: -- the "culture" you're told to be a part of is nothing but a kind of group neurosis, a mass hysteria where nobody wants to admit that they're sick, so they just go on patting each other's backs in an incestuous orgy of righteousness. Anyone who uses "culture" as a reason for doing something is making excuses, trying to cover up their insecurities. Conforming for the sake of being accepted is something that we teach our children not to do; why don't we criticise adults for doing it, too? Maybe the people of the future will oppress one another domestically, but anyone who is oppressed will have no one to blame but themselves. No state, no church, no cultural hegemony will be permitted to have that kind of authority. A new kind of culture will arise: one based not on conformity, but on everyone reaching to achieve his own fullest potential at the same point in history. A utopia? No; -- there will still be crime, and war, and hunger, and domestic abuse. But the people of the future will have forces of will so strong, wits so cunning, and perceptions so clear and true that they won't be afraid of these things. They will be things that each of us can handle, without having to hand our own freedom over to a paternalistic dictator, be he political or spiritual. But what am I doing, talking about the future? Can't we achieve personal freedom now? Maybe the people of the present are the real people of the future. Wednesday, April 24, 2002
Might is Right: If people hate something, they call it "evil." People hate what they fear. They fear what can destroy them, or what they don't understand. If someone is mighty and cunning, he is dangerous. If someone is wise and silent, he is unfathomable. Someone with these noble qualities deserves the fear of other people � especially if they never realize it! However, this "evil" person will find very little evil in the world, if he finds any at all. This is because there is so little for him to fear, and little for him to hate. And for the most powerful, vicious, astute, reflective, and cruel person � that is to say, for the ipsissimus, for the god among men � this world is full of goodness and nothing but goodness, a lesson and a game rolled into one. Because Evil is Insecurity, and Might is Right. My public service announcement for the day/week/month... Sometimes a little brain damage can help... Tuesday, April 23, 2002
23 April. St George's Day. 'Green George' was the spirit of spring, and his image was common in old church carvings, a human head surrounded by leaves or looking out of a tree trunk. Some called him the witches' god. George the dragon killer evolved from a mixture of Green George, the Northern hero Sigurd (Siegfied) the dragon-slayer and an Arian bishop of Alexandria who pot to death an orthodox Master of the Mint called Dracontius (dragon). St George was adopted as the patron saint of England in 1349 when Edward III founded the Order of the Garter. who am i? I am here. For now. I am a loner. A freak among freaks. And not in a 'hip' way. Not the freak that hangs out with a large crowd of other freaks and non-conformists that conform to the same tribal piercings, tattoos, beliefs/tastes and fashion codes. I am the one in the corner of the room. Quiet. Watching. Pretending not to notice you staring. I am against your religion. I am paranoid. Which doesn't mean that you're not out to get me. You know that you are. It's so obvious. Don't bother confirming or denying. That'd make you a liar on top of being a co-conspirator. You've been reading my mind for over a year now. Close proximity. Optic functions. Mediation teevee show for your scornful entertainment. I am hateful. Vengeful. Wrathful. And I have a tendency to hold a grudge. I don't forget things. Not ever. I am intuitive. I can understand your motives even when you cannot. I do not understand you. I watch you. I can anticipate your movements. I can interpret your script. I hate you. I hate your gender. I hate your genitals. Because I know you never use them out of love. I do not believe in black magick. I do not believe in white magick. A gun is neither good nor evil. Nor is a man. Nor is a mountain. Nor is a q-tip. I am stupid enough to tell you. I am a drug addict. I am pure. Cyanide gas pollutants clear my mind. Hydroflourocarbonated pepsic water flavoring. You are all sick. To death. I am not the type of person your mother warned you about. She never saw me coming. None of you did. I am hated. Some will argue that it's probably my own fault. I am not one to argue. I would much rather believe you wrong and agree with you at the same time. I have been called a teacher. I find the concept of a teacher/student relationship to be abhorrent. To elevate oneself to a plateau above another based solely on marginal experience and a differing reality tunnel reminds me of my father. Glenn Gould refused to play for audiences simply because he no longer wanted to appear as an icon to be worshiped rather than as a co-participant in the event. I have learned more from people I disagree with than I have learned from people I hated. I hate all of you. I am quiet when I am in a crowd. I am quiet in an empty room. I won't shut up after a few introductions. I say too much. I trust too easily. I give books away to people I want to like me. I am dumb enough to tell someone like you this. I like to fall in love. I hate all of you. I am not a fan of cashews. I can watch movies twenty-four hours a day. I don't mind if I watch them alone. I am here to tell you that you should never talk during a movie. Not even during the opening credits. I don't care what you have to say. I am the one who watches and sees the same thing repeated over and over again. Different faces. Different clothes. Different music. Different philosophy. Different race. Different gender. Same script. Same predictable outcomes. Sameness. Over. And. Over. Again. I am here. For now. I should never have come to this place. Not you nor I nor those other Me's. I hate all of you. And. I. So. Much. Want to leave. Friday, April 19, 2002
"Would a written invitation Signed choose now or lose it all Sedate your hesitation Or inflame and make you stall You've been raised in limitations But that glove never fit quite right The time is gone for hand-me downs Choose a new, please evolve Take flight" -- A Certain Shade Of Green, by Incubus Monday, April 15, 2002
15 April. The 'unsinkable' White Star passenger liner Titanic sank in 1912 on her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City, after hitting an iceberg off Newfoundland, with the loss of over 1,500 people. Fourteen years earlier, Morgan Robertson's novel Futility had a giant ship called Titan sink on her maiden voyage after hitting an iceberg in about the same place. In 1939 a ship called the Titanian was damaged by an iceberg in the same place the Titanic went down. Thursday, April 11, 2002
11 April. Feast Day of St Gemma Galgani (1878-1903). For 18 months stigmata appeared intermittently on her hands and feet and she had frequent ecstasies and visions. Tuesday, April 09, 2002
9 April. St Casilda's Day. The patron saint of dysentry is generally pictured carrying roses in her lap. Monday, April 08, 2002
Thursday, April 04, 2002
Monday, April 01, 2002
1 March. St David's Day. The patron saint of Wales was the pagan sea god Dewi whose symbol was a great red serpent. This became the dragon of Wales when Dewi was christianised. In 1431 Joan of Arc announced that an angel had told her that within seven years the English would lose 'a bigger prize than Orl�ans' Six years and eight months later they lost Paris. |
faeries have died because YOU haven't been clapping hard enough.