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The Zen Garden~ A Poem By Simon Welsh.

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L Jul 31, 2015. 0 Replies

The Universe is calling you.  It’s calling you today.So, whether you ignore the call (if you don’t want to play),Or whether you are leaning in with joy and open heart,Your thoughts are now reality –…Continue

A Warrior's Prayer

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L May 25, 2011. 0 Replies

I am what I am.In having faith…Continue

Wild Thing

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 27, 2011. 1 Reply

Wild ThingLegend tells of a renegade,of a horse no one could tame.Her sire was the devil himself,Wild Thing was her name.No one knew where she came from,Quarter horse blood, they say,When the leaves…Continue


Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 22, 2011. 2 Replies

Those who don't want toknow their own fantacy,pity them---------But those whowant's to be proud creaturesof life, they don't ruin theirbrains, when someone saysthey know it all----They know that…Continue

Pagan Poems

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Feb 21, 2011. 4 Replies

**Most of these are copied and pasted. Some do not have the author's name. I will put the author's name if it has one. If not, I will not claim it, but I will put '~unknown author'. Thanks.**Bright…Continue

Did you know that William Shakespeare wrote the famous witches chant that most everyone knows? Double, Double, Toil and Trouble...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Nov 22, 2010. 2 Replies

      William Shakespeare (1564-1616)                      from MacbethA dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.                Enter the three Witches.       1 WITCH.  Thrice the…Continue

Blood Type: A+

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Sep 5, 2010. 8 Replies

 Blood Type: A+Blood Types Novel Written By: Tessa Simpson  Chapter 1       We were in the woods down the street from my house, when all of a sudden we heard something moving. I threw a rock at it to…Continue

Once Upon a Time...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Cherish Moondancer Apr 23, 2010. 2 Replies

  ...In the Land of Nod, way back in the forest near a bubbling brook was the village of Noddingham. It was a small village, as were the people, they were magickal winged creatures of the forest,…Continue

The Door is Open

Started by Cherish Moondancer Feb 27, 2010. 0 Replies

  A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACYOn the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark.But calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground.An inner…Continue

The Flow

Started by April. Last reply by April Jan 14, 2010. 3 Replies

The Flowby: April LambThe trees rustle to and froworrying not what they sow.They open themselves,allowing the flow.For God is in themand they know.Many come and many go,balancing out the to and…Continue

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Comment by Magistar on May 9, 2011 at 3:38am
that was so touching and lovely thank you sissy
Comment by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L on May 8, 2011 at 10:15pm
l love it my sister
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on May 8, 2011 at 4:21am

I used to dream of eyes so blue
And loving arms to hold me.
I used to dream of heroic knights
And how gracious they would be.

I used to dream of how I wouldn’t settle
For anything less than best.
I used to dream of how he would majestically
Lay all fears to rest.

I used to dream of fairy tales,
How wonderous would they be
I used to dream of story books
All patterned after me.

I used to dream of a lot of things,
But the moment I met you,
I immediately stopped dreaming,
Because all of my dreams came true.

- Tina Cerruti -
Comment by Magistar on April 24, 2011 at 1:31pm
This i dedicate to my own Mother and to a lost friend
Comment by Magistar on April 24, 2011 at 1:31pm
Somewhere to pray and talk to you
We laid your body to rest
We gave it roses
We comforted one another

Ismile knowing of your happiness
Forever you will be with me
To guide me
To bring peace
Until my curtain is opened
And then i will re-unite with you

For you hold me in your arms
ust like you did when i was a baby

Mark Stout
Forever you will be near me
To guide me
To bring peace
Untill my curtain is openen
Comment by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L on April 18, 2011 at 12:31am
loved it sister
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on April 17, 2011 at 6:18am

I hear the wolf calling to me

calling me home and setting me free

In my dreams he comes, I see him there

he leads me on, I follow his lead

our hearts are one, that's all we need

our Spirits are legend, they do not part

the wolf and I, we have one heart~

I am a silly lil' filly, wild and free,

I run with the wind, I call with a neigh

I paw the earth, I sleep on its turf

I breathe the air of the seasons that birth

all manner of nature, all things great and small

my mane is the hold that one needs when I call

to that rider who wants to mount the small

of my back and ride to the ends of the earth,

on a wind of pure ecstacy that can only birth

tremors and waves of fluttering shudders

sweating sweet odors of a wildness tamed~
Comment by Magistar on February 11, 2011 at 10:28am
Why we shoot deer in the wild (A letter from someone who wants to remain

anonymous, who farms, writes well and actually tried this)

I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up

on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first

step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they

congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me

when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at

the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away),

it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over

its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The

cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They

were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up - 3

of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end

of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared

at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I

would have a good hold.

The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was

mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards

it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope .., and

then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that,

while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope

it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for

pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt

in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some

dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted

and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting

close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me

across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was

not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only

upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk

me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few

minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing

out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste

for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off

the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it

would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no

love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the

thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had

cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various

large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think

clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared

some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I

didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get

it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I

had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back

in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite?

They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer

would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up

there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now,

when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they

just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and

shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and

draw back
Comment by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L on January 19, 2011 at 10:08pm
Comment by Magistar on December 22, 2010 at 11:14am
s Carol that has always baffled me.  Have you ever wondered about "THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS"?

              What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge who won't come out of the pear tree have to do
with Christmas?

              From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly.  Someone during that era wrote this carol
as a catechism song for young Catholics.  It has two levels of meaning:
the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their

              Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality, which the children could remember:

                 * The "Partridge in a Pear Tree" was Jesus Christ.
                 * The "Two Turtledoves" were the Old and New Testaments.
                 * The "Three French Hens" stood for Faith, Hope and Love.
                 * The "Four Calling Birds" were the four Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
                 * The "Five Golden Rings" recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.
                 * The "Six Geese a-laying" stood for the six days of creation.
                 * The "Seven Swans a-swimming" represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit:
                    Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.
                 * The "Eight Maids a-milking" were the eight Beatitudes.
                 * The "Nine Ladies Dancing" were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit:
                    Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness,   Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.
                 * The "Ten Lords a-leaping" were the Ten Commandments.
                 * The "Eleven Pipers Piping" stood for the eleven faithful Disciples.
                 * The "Twelve Drummers Drumming" symbolized the twelve points of belief in The Apostles' Creed.

              So there is your history for today!  This knowledge was shared with me and I found it interesting and enlightening and now I know how that
strange song became a Christmas Carol...  so pass it on if you wish.

              Merry Christmas to ALL!!!!

              We were not able to confirm or verify this story, but we sure do like it!


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