I suppose I owe this visit to a charming creature I met at The Underworld... if he and I hadn't mentioned livejournal I would probably not have bothered to drift this way. Today is a day of blissful freedom and there were one or two outdoor things that I could have done... but (apart from a short meander through Gants Hill to post a parcel to my ( Read more... )

warm days make me wearier than ever ( Read more... )

it seems a long time since I wrote anything here... not that that matters... particularly... things change... Today I am free again... it is very light... I might go out... there is a place near here that I have known about for years but not explored... an open place of grassland, trees, water. What else ( Read more... )

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, Linda Perham did me a favour once and so I have to return the favour by voting for her... but now I have had a lot of Bourbon and been writing poetry about drinking Bourbon and... sssshit who gives a???

He sighed, but he was a good, sensible boy. Thank God he was Vincent's son and not the the child of the mad young prince ( Read more... )

"Spirits of England, I call to you... I come in peace but I come with a heavy heart. I wish to say how sorry I am for what my brothers and sisters have done and are even now doing in their ignorance. I come to make an offering to show you that I am sorry for spoiling, for destroying, for the taking and taking from all that you are with little ( Read more... )

"The goal of all magic, occult paths and mystical religions is the perfection of self. While this may not be accomplished in one lifetime, bettering ourselves is easily within our grasp. With this singular act the Earth becomes that much healthier."

From Scott Cunningham... "When you practise any of the magic contained in this book, whether drawing a heart in the sand, gazing into a mirror for a glimpse of the future, or tying a knot to help a troubled friend, keep in mind the higher aspects of of your workings. You are improving the world and helping to heal the ravages it has suffered. When ( Read more... )

well.. that was fun... Slimelight I mean... tee hee... but leaving a club in daylight is EEEEK ( Read more... )

I seem to have been somewhere else rather than here... I wonder where? What can I remember? I dreamt of Aunty Ann last night, dreamt that she was going through things that she had inherited and collected. And that was certainly true enough as she has, in various locations, heaps of stuff from the households of Aunty Bet, Aunty Kate, my Grandmother ( Read more... )