Today was one of my bad days. I spent Saturday and most of today in the hospital. I have not had to be put in for alone time.so it sucked that i had to once again be there. I have Crones and most of the time i can live with it. I really dont even know what brought it on this weekend.Im one of those people who hate having to be kept in bed. even now that im home. I must still stay in bed, I dont even know what I would do if a friend had not let me use their computer.as it is im going crazy. So here i am stuck in bed with nothing to do and no one to talk to.I know i need the rest but i cant sleep 24 hours a day.. I hate the feeling of being Babysat. I know i should stop my bitching and deal with it, but i hate feeling powerless over my own body. I hate being poked by people who see me as nothing but a faceless numder on their shift. i just want to be whole again.
Will I ever truely find my HERO..I dont think so. Oh well. Thats the way it go's
Well last night was the full moon. and my sisters and i went to a place we love to be.. we got sky clad.(it was a bit cold)we cast our circle and our spells then we gave thanks to the goddess. then just sat and enjoyed the peace of the night and the moon.
Salem Mass.
June 22,1692
In the dark green shadows of the deep woods,
an hour before moonrise,They meet in secret. Soon the longest day would become the shortest night of the solstice.
There would be no celebration, no rite of thanksgiving for the light, the warmth, on this sabbat of Litha. This Midsummer was a time of ingnorance, and of death.
The three who met, met in fear.
" Have we all we need ? The one known here as Air pulled her hood closer so that not a single pale lock of hair could be seen in the light of the dying day.
" What we have shall do." Earth laid her parcel on the ground. The part of her that wanted to weep and to rage over what had been done, over what was to come, was buried deep. With her head bent, her thick brown hair fell forward free. " Is there no other way for us ? " Air touched a hand to Earth's shoulder, and both looked at the third. She stood, slim and staight. there was sorrow in her eyes, But behind it lived a firm purpose. She who was Fire threw back her hood in a gesture of defiance. Curling waves of red spilled out.
" It is because of our way there is no other. They will hunt us down like thieves and brigands, muder us, as they have already murdered a poor innocent." "Bridget Bishop was not a witch." Earth spoke bitterly as she rose to her feet.
"No and so she told the court of oyer and terminer. So she swore. Yet they hanged her. murdered over the lies of a few young girls and theravings of the fanatics who smell brimstone in every breath of air.
" But there have been petitions." Air linked her fingers together like a woman preparing to pray. Or plead. "Not everyone supports the court, or this terrible persecution."
" To little " Earth murmured. "And far to late." " It will not end with one death. I have seen it." Fire closed her eyes,saw again the horrors to come. " Our protection cannot outlast the hunt. They will find us, and they will destroy us."
"We have done nothing." Air dropped her hands to her sides. "No harm." "What harm did Bridget Bishop do ? Fire countered. What harm have any of the others accused and waiting trial done to the people of Salem Town ? Sarah Osborne died in a Boston prison. For what crime ? Temper lanced through her, Hot and keen,and was ruthlessly rejected. Even now she refused to let power be stained by anger and hate.
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering if mother earth will survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime
After all there’s just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time
I’m just a dreamer, I dream my life away
I’m just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer, I dream my life away, oh yeah
I’m just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or jesus christ
It doesn’t really matter much to me
Without each other’s help there ain’t no hope for us
I’m living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer, I dream my life away, today
I’m just a dreamer, who dreams of better days, ok
I’m just a dreamer, who’s searching for the way, today
I’m just a dreamer, dreaming my life away
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew thier swords and shot each other.
In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house,
And in that dark, dark house there was a dark, dark room,
And in that dark, dark room there was a dark, dark cupboard,
And in that dark, dark cupboard there was a dark, dark shelf,
And on that dark, dark shelf there was a dark, dark box,
And in that dark, dark box there was.....
Monster!
he he he
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