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11th-May-2012 10:29 pm - Of Life and Lies, Lessons Learned
Me FOS2009 by Kali

Ever go for a good portion of time believing something and then find out it’s just a misunderstanding, a lack of appropriate information, or the result of an outright lie -sometimes all three?  With the exception of the last, most times it’s harmless and easily correctible, but it can be embarrassing if you have passed on the information thinking it was true when it was not.  It can also be harmful.  In today’s world misinformation, misrepresentation, and outright lying rule the day.  Everything from the ingredients on our food to the headlines on news sources, all lies.   And we let them get away with it because we are too lazy to hold these purveyors of lies accountable.  The only power we have left is in the way we spend our money.   That’s the only way to make the lies stop.  Stop feeding them with money.

I have a deep, abiding and loving relationship with the green world.  Like many who follow a Green path, I call them Green Allies, Green Things, Green World, etc.  My favorite color is… you guessed it, GREEN.  It is the first color of creation.  No, it’s not elemental really, though it has it’s place in our rites in that fashion.  But it is the color of the first creation of life.  Red – Blood, Blue = Water, Yellow = Earth (I know, but it’s really true, and is the Golden Dawn representation of the Earth).  When you mix the colors in paint, you mix Water and Earth and it makes life…gives live, creates Green.  So in many ways you can say I worship Creation on a base level.  Everything I do has it’s roots (there’s that Green euphemism again!)in that mindset.  Once Creation happens, it should be protected at almost all costs.  Sometimes a bit of culling is called for; the sucker on the rose bush, the too-low hanging branch on a tree, we cut or dig out weeds.  Abortion is yet another form of culling.  It’s sad that it has to happen.  But there are times when abortion is very like removing the sucker from the rose bush.  No one can dispute that it is alive and is part of Creation, the only snag just that it is growing in such a way that it will ultimately harm that which gives it nourishment.   Red is the first color of the death process.  It is the last element that gives physical manifestation, but it is the first element to be absent in death.  The ‘lifeblood’ flows no more.  It cools; it coagulates, then dries up and disintegrates.  The amount of blood shed determines if the act of drawing it will be a culling or a killing.  Sometimes, it is both.

I have delineated all of that to tell you this.  You are being lied to every single day.  By everyone you know, everyone you love, even those you have no interest in.  They are all lying to you in one way or another even if it is only by omission.   One of the most harmful ways we are being lied to is by the medical profession.  I hesitate to call it a ‘profession’.  It’s more like organized crime, really.  You can’t infringe on the territory of it without endangering yourself, even risking imprisonment.   Add to that our government and it’s interference in medicine, our bodies, our food.   It’s all about control.  And they have it.  They are processing humans just like they are processing foods – with poisons.   Pesticides, herbicides, fertilizers, drugs  and other stimulants are so ingrained into our food chain many of us are walking toxic dumps and our bodies are telling us “Enough.”  We won’t listen.  We’ve become addicted to ‘easy’ or ‘time-saving’.  Fast food lives, fast food spirituality,” give it to me now because I want it and deserve it even though I haven’t earned it” lives.   We are dying the moment we are born.  With our obsession with death and what comes after, you would think we would do all we can to avoid death by our own hands.  Yet, we cannot summon the gumption to think for ourselves.  You can choose at anytime to be mindful, to choose to 'see' what you are doing.  It's your choice.

The Green World will not ever fail you.  NEVER.  It will not lie.  It will not give you what you want just because you want it.  It will not give you what you want fast either.  It has its own time, the Green World.  Man has learned to manipulate it in so many ways it is no longer recognizable as a living, self-regulating organism in some places.  But in the wild places, the forgotten places where things grow unhindered, you can reclaim your soul. If I died tomorrow, that’s what I’d want everyone to know.  That’s the one bit of truth I think valuable enough to spend my last breath in telling you.  It’s important. 

 Be like the Green Things.  Be wild.  Be boundless and boundary-less when it comes to learning and doing.  If you won’t think for yourself, observe nature.  Pattern your life after it.   Organize your life, your activities, your chores, the way you eat, play, love…all with nature as a model.  It will not lead you astray.

Me FOS2009 by Kali
When I was a child, I believed Hydrangeas smelled like mint.  My mother grew mint, it was the only herb she ever grew that I know of - and I don't know what she did that...she never used it. 

My grandmother had the most beautiful hydrangeas.  This was back when they only had one kind, and what color they were depended on the soil ph.  My grandmother's were blue.  And she would cutt them and put them in a vase and I would stick my nose in them and inhale the scent of mint. 
I believed that they smelled like mint because my Mamaw thought they were too pretty not to smell good too.  I had no idea that the scent was contrived by her putting a few sprigs of mint in the water.  I just thought hydrangeas smelled that way automatically.  I was eleven or twelve before I realized I'd been had.  It was a harmless deception.  Anyone who knew hydrangeas and herbs would know better.  I didn't, not then.  But mint reminds me of  my mother and hydrangeas remind me of my Mamaw....my paternal grandmother....it's odd that the smell and sight of these things can conjure memories of breezy spring and summer afternoons when I thought the world was perfect.  I've been revisiting that memory a lot since I now have hydrangeas.  If I just had a camelia bush, all my mothers would be here with me.  Camelias were my mother's mother's favorite.  I grew up hearing them called 'japonica' which is the botanical name.  I had a camelia at the old house, but no hydrangeas, try as I might.  I left the camelia behind and there were hydrangeas waiting at the new place.  I babied them and pruned them and fed them all winter and this is the reward.  These beautiful flowers I can fill my home with and take to work and give to others.  They make me feel good.  They make me happy. 

Mother's Day has been painful for me for the last couple decades.  Two years ago it was awful.  Fifteen years ago again, it was awful.  Here and there, it's been nice.  This year it's nice.  I have my memories, I got a card from my daughter.  And my husband is making dinner and cleaning house. It's quite awesome, in fact.

I wonder, once I am gone, what will remind my daughter of me.
2nd-May-2012 02:42 pm - Quilting in the Morning
Attitude of Gratitude

Well, not exactly quilting yet, there’s more to it than cutting out fabric and sewing the pieces together.  I’m learning short cuts too.  I haven’t been this excited about something since I started knitting and spinning with yarn and fiber. Running across pictures and books can be hazardous to your bank account!  Going through old totes of fabric can yield treasure.

This morning Robb was home studying for finals and I got up at the normal time and decided to make a block before going to work.  I was up at midnight because I took a nap as soon as I got home last night (my favorite hours to sleep are from 7am to 10am – SO NOT a morning person!)  and was on the phone app for Pinterest™ and found something called a “Disappearing Four Patch” that I fell in love with immediately.  It looked easy…and it was for the most part.  I don’t know what freak of nature did this to me, but even with rulers on the cutting pad, several straight edge rulers, AND a razor rotary cutter I STILL can fuck up a straight line!  I’m so crooked, drawing or cutting – hell even walking in a straight line is practically impossible.  It’s like there is some perverse part of my nature that will not allow me to draw, walk, cut or do anything else in a straight line. Let’s hope I don’t get pulled over for weaving!  Heh, weaving…maybe that’ll be next.   (insert giggle here)  Sometimes, I kill me.

But I saw this quilt block on Pinterest and couldn’t get the app to open on my phone (remember, I’m already in bed but can’t sleep so I’m cruising Pinterest on the Iphone app.) and I SQUEAL….and that woke him up. 

Robb:  What the hell are you doing on the phone in the middle of the night?

Me:  Can’t sleep.

Robb: Told ya not to take a nap.  But hey, you got free dinner out of it! (This was his reference to the fact that HE cooked dinner last night).  We switch off on that now that I’m working, but I will have to put up with canned corn and macaroni and cheese too often for my liking. 

Me:  I can’t get the app I’m on to work right.

Robb: Does that mean you’re getting up? 

Me: Um…maybe.

Robb:  Good, take your phone with you.

Me:  Actually my computer is right here.

Robb:  grumbles something about ‘blessed darkness’ and pulls the cover over his head and is snoring in 45 seconds.  I really envy him that ability.  Really, I do.

So I was so excited when I saw this last night that I just had to make sure I’d saved it where I could find it later.  And this morning, after I accidentally got up a whole hour early, I thought why not.  I made it with about two minutes to spare. 

Here’s a pic of it:

And here are the others I’ve made.  I’m not really aiming at a quilt right now, I’m just learning techniques. 

I should mention here that what got me going on this were two events that were totally unrelated except by peripheral subject.  One of my students brought me all the books in the Jennifer Chiaverini Elm Creek Quilt novels and I started reading them and got hooked.  Then I changed out my altar and opened the trunk I keep my altar on looking for something else and found, at the bottom, something that I had not really looked at when I first got the trunk from my mother’s place.  This trunk was my grandmother’s trunk, depression era, painted black…you know the type.  Anyway, there was this folded up thing at the bottom, I’d thought it was nothing more than a furniture blanket.  Boy, was I wrong!  It’s beautifully made…and sadly very much frayed in places,,QUILT!!.  That said, whoever made this quilt was excellent at the art of ‘quilting’ but not so much at the art of design when it comes to color and fabric.   For the most part it’s okay, but there are some really incongruous blocks in this quilt.  They are all the same design, what looks like a Mystic or LeMoyne Starburst, with sashing, a border and Nine Patch blocks on the corners.  The SHAPES are great, well put together and all, but the materials and colors left something to be desired.   This tells me that this was one of my grandmother’s ‘depression era’ quilts when they used what they had and couldn’t afford ‘nice’ fabric.  The sashing and border fabric look very much like flour sack designs from that time.  The design, from what I’ve been able to find out, looks like a Blazing LeMoyne Star, or Mystic Star.  Here’s a pic of some of the blocks of it:

As you can see, some of the fabric has disintegrated.  But it made me want to learn about quilts even more after I’d been reading these novels.  So I tried to see if I could find the pattern of the quilt online.  There were some similar ones, but not this one.  It has a nine patch on each of the corners and long sashes on the border and between the blocks.  But the center blocks look like stars made from what I had thought were ‘flying geese’ blocks and triangles.  That got me to thinking about another quilt that my sister and I had had on our bed when we were girls.  I can still see it – even remembered the name of the pattern…”bow tie”.   So I found some of those too.   Then…I drug out “The Tote”.  I have been hoarding fabric for more than a DECADE!!!!   I actually took the time to go through the quilt tops  I had stored from the trunk.  There are 54 blocks total…and they are some of the god awful ugliest things I’ve ever seen in my life.  However, that’s what makes these so special.  They were made in the early sixties from material collected when my aunts were teenagers. 

They say your first quilt should be a ‘sampler’ because it teaches you how to make nine to twelve blocks or twenty blocks as well as the various techniques used in quilting.  As usual, I don’t do anything by the book.  I’m having fun just figuring stuff out on my own.  I could do this by reading books on quilting, and I may do that as I go forward.  But it excites me to figure out how certain designs are accomplished and makes me feel all smarty pants when I see instructions and realize I was right….or even better, when it teaches me something I didn’t ‘know’.  I do a lot of things like that.  Just jump in without reading the instructions or directions and figuring out with my own brand of Zen, or maybe it’s osmosis, whatever, but this method of ‘hands on learning’ aggravates some people, but it's how I approach everything and it works for me.

I can’t wait to go through ALL my stored fabric and sort it out and see what I can come up with.  I know beyond the shadow of a doubt I have enough denim for blocks, borders and sashes. 




I also have other fabrics, some silk, leather, and other materials…there’s no telling what treasure lies in those totes just waiting to be born.   Here are some of the leftovers from the ‘neck buddy’ days:

These fabrics are more than twelve years old and I still find them gorgeous.  I’m a jewel toned paisley kind of person, but I also like the simplicity of gingham as well as delicate florals so there is a lot of possibility in these pieces. 

Can you tell I’m excited?  I haven’t been this on fire since I learned to knit and then learned to spin fiber.  Speaking of which, I need to start sorting out my time so I can pay attention to those projects as well.   I still have fiber to spin into yarn which will most likely be sold, since knitting anything more complicated than garter stitch or simple knit and purl, and I start screwing it up.  I’ve seriously considered getting some Adderall, to see if it will help me stay focused.  I’m afraid of the strain on the heart valves though.  So if I can figure out how to budget my time so that I can do all this stuff, I’d like to do that without drugs.  I’ve even found an online quilting course for beginners!  ‘Course I might be found curled up in the fetal position in a corner of the room one day just as likely.

And....at the bottom of the tote, in a plastic bag that I had never opened was this...

So...overnight, I can haz QUILTS!!!  This is a fully assembled top, with a piece of newspaper backing one of the blocks from 1961...before I was even born.  This is definitely a crazy quilt, no rhyme or reason on the fabrics, but all put together, they make a nice abstract design.  Not my cuppa really, but I'm still tickled.

I have a feeling this is going to be one helluva an adventure.

Me FOS2009 by Kali
http://www.politicususa.com/catholic-bishop-goes-into-persecution-mode-claims-obama-is-hitler/

I honestly don't have words for the stupidity of this 'man of God'.  He should be drug out and stoned for treason.  As if First Amendment rights applied ONLY to Christians.  As if the Church didn't quietly condone Hitler's massacre of the Jews in WWII.  And the article does point out that Hitler remained a  "a tithe-paying Catholic till the day he died, never excommunicated by your precious Pope?

Between the war against the planet and the war on women...I'm reminded it's really all the same.  After all, don't we call her "Mother Earth"?  Don't we revere her as a living, breathing, self-regulating organism?  And because the Earth is represented as Feminine, man just has to have dominion over her because his God said so.   I get accused of 'worshiping Creation, instead of worshiping the Creator'.  I have news for them.  I believe I worship the Creatrix.  I believe the birth of the Universe was essentially a Feminine act.  The origins of the species, indeed of all life in embryos, IS female.  The male of each mammalian species has the remains of nipples, indicating this feminine origin.  While I understand the role of the male and revere them both for this and for their many other attributes, I do not however, revere men as in any way superior either spiritually or intellectually.  Physically speaking I know women who could crush the best of men ...and I know men who do the rest of their sex a disservice by themselves being so devoid of anything like physical strength.  I understand how the 'normal' attributes of men and women called for the division of the workload to survive.  I understand that women could and still can hunt as well as men and men could and still can farm and tend children and livestock as well as women.  I also understand that the presence in the modern workplace of women neither elevates them above men, nor denigrates men who choose to stay home and take the traditional 'female' role of homemaker below them. 

I also understand that because of natural brute physical ability it has been the will of man to assert by force his will upon females if they were not compliant to do his bidding simply because he was bigger and stronger and could refuse them food and had little need of her shelter.   I also understand that because women had the ability to give birth, that they found themselves in a unique position and traditionally chose to control their men through children and social pressures rather than actually demand equal treatment.  Each one is as bad as the other and both have gotten us where we are now.

I also understand that children are the 'future' our progeny,  I do NOT understand why any one child is any more important than another.  I do not understand why some people think it is their RIGHT to have their own children and that other children who are not fortunate enough to have parents through no fault of their own are not more deserving of their efforts at parenting than any they can bring forth from their own loins.  These children are already here.  These children are already alive and need care.  There are limited resources on this planet and we are depleting them faster than we are putting them back and faster than the Earth can replenish itself.  Why is there such a disconnect between people and the children of this world?  Why do people insist on having their RIGHT to give birth?  It's not a RIGHT.  It's a privilege.  It is also a RIGHT to decline to avail oneself of this privilege.   I know people will never think logically in the throes of passion.  But couldn't they think BEFOREHAND and make allowances?  Why do they have to be so stupid? 

And since human stupidity is rampant and incurable, why do other stupid people feel it is their RIGHT to limit other people's access to health care based on THEIR viewpoints when their body is not even in question?  I do not understand how this evolution in stupidity took place. 

I don't have an answer for the selfish and wilfull idiocy that people refer to as  'morals'.  I do not understand the selfish sense of entitlement to have more than anyone else based on one's bank account.    If you don't NEED it....why do you WANT it?  Why do people choose this selfish idiocy over logical, intelligent participation in building a society where everyone has what they need and can afford a few things they want.  Why must we take so much more than we need and leaving a devastated, raped planet behind?  Because we can.  Because the Earth, in our barbarian 'conan brain' is controllable because we think of the Earth as female.  By being female, she is to be controlled.

Women are just as much to blame for this, for perpetuating this stupidity as men are...perhaps even more so because we have the care of them as children and teach them to demand so much and give so little.   We teach by example that women don't have much of a voice, but can make your life heaven or hell because they do 'women's work' that men can't be bothered with because they are 'working'.  Women devalue themselves.

Still, if our bodies are considered commodities and we make up more than half the world's population, why then do we not have a better world?  Because we have both surrendered and refused responsibility for our very existence for so long that it 'doesn't seem right' for women to earn more than men.  It 'doesn't seem right' for women to have and raise children by themselves without support from a man who is 'the father'.  Now and then you see some semblance of a relationship based on equality.  Not often.

And whom do we have to thank for this status quo?  The Catholic Church.  And get real, it's not a Church, it is a business and has been from the beginning.  And when people like the bishop there stand in their Churches and tell their members they must not be 'casual Catholics' that they must 'rise up and fight' against their government to protect their right to control other people's bodies, ...well...I want to know where the Separation of Church and State police are.  I want to know why these traitors are being allowed to continue to preach politics from the pulpit and the ordinary person on the street is being arrested for speaking out for themselves.  

What the fuck are we thinking? 

Me FOS2009 by Kali
If it's not the hardline Muslims, it's the hardline Christians, if it's not either of those it's some random jackass thinking shooting up a school, church or a hospital, his enlisted brethren or his local Denny's is the answer to his life's problems.  Why can't these geniuses turn the guns on themselves first?  Dear gods don't let them hold hands with anyone!!!  Oh..wait, we can just take EVERYBODY's guns away!  Fuck you "Moral Majority"!  And your little sheep too!

These were literally the ONLY good bits of news I've read in weeks:  the first link is about the Vatican getting a clue - which doesn't happen very often and by itself that is very noteworthy indeed:
http://naturalsociety.com/vatican-condemns-monsanto-genetically-modified-crops-as-new-form-of-slavery/

The second link, is what a presidential candidate OR a sitting president of our country would see done if they were REALLY in touch with the people.  Since the auto industry, banks, healthcare, and insurance industries have all enjoyed protection and/or bailouts, it's time for a little protection for the American citizen.  If this had been done here, BEFORE those other industries were bailed out, there would BE no recession in this country now.  Fucking idiots.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyxzg58JkYI

And to further add to my 'odd view of reality' that inmates in federal prison seem so intent on following and examining, here is further proof that the world - at least Tennessee and Arizona, never completely sane to begin with, have completely lost hold on reality and all their marbles have gone rolling down the hill we call insanity into the boiling cesspool of religiously mandated morality. 
http://thinkprogress.org/health/2012/04/13/463317/tennessee-anti-hand-holding/?mobile=nc

Honestly?  Half the fucking population of your state is either unemployed or underemployed or in danger of losing their jobs to budget cuts and you wanna take up time with shit like this?  If I personally knew a Republican member of my government, I would march myself to his house and barricade myself inside with him while I made him listen to reason...and no....not kidding.  I am increasingly worried that one day my door will be kicked in and I will be hauled off to jail or a mental institution because of my 'odd view on reality' read  actually having some sense and forethought to my actions  - ESPECIALLY when they affect other people.  The incessant barrage of this insanity is literally wigging me out a little bit at a time.  The idea that I would live in times like this...my mind, not genius but certainly not deficient in IQ (which is 138 if you're wondering)  is slowing being shoved into a permanent altered state of agitation.  I'm only one person, one Witch.  And yes, I've SEEN my WILL get done here recently via social media outlets networking.  But just as soon as we get one non-sensical piece of legislation gone, five more pop up in it's place! They're breeding like rabbits!  Seeding like dandelions - wait..that's an insult to the dandelion.

We apparently didn't listen well enough back in the late 80's and early 90's when the fundies were talking about taking back the country with their "Army of God' by homeschooling their offspring and poisoning them with revisionist history and then mole-ing them into local school boards and city councils and moving them up through the ranks.  Those kids are grown now, and they are ready to vote their parents and grandparent's delusions into OUR collective reality.  Sarah Palin was just the beginning.

And then today....I found this gem:

http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/pregnancy-begins-2-weeks-before-conception-now-the-law-in-arizona/politics/2012/04/13/37993

ARE THEY FUCKING KIDDING US???????????   This makes EVERY woman alive potentially guilty of foeticide every time she gets her period!  Next thing you'll be getting arrested for buying Kotex - that's hiding the bodies of the poor innocents you've murdered. And doesn't that also follow that we should also be arresting men who masturbate?  After all, those are little sperms and could be future world leaders, right?  What kind of dumb fucks are we electing to our government anymore?  The swinging dicks and the foaming cunts of the Republican Party (and yes, I KNOW not ALL of them are like that but they're not doing much to fix things either!) are systematically chipping away at everything that makes this country great.  They have this harebrained idea that when the US was 'the Leader of the Free World' that women stayed home with their kids, that women never worked outside the home, always welcomed another screaming kid to reinforce their husband's progeny and that ONLY trashy women got pregnant out of wedlock, and ONLY women of loose moral character made more money than their male counterparts  That's what they're chasing!  They want to take us back to a time when women and other minorities 'knew their places' and weren't out 'taking jobs away from men' and prayer was in schools and God was in the Pledge because we trust in the one true and only living God there is.

In this world of red pill and blue pill...I think I've had an overdose of the wrong one. Personhood for eggs?  So are the eggs in my refrigerator Chickens?  Do I need a permit for them?  Hand-holding a 'gateway drug'?  So do I get pregnant if I get kissed now too?   "Don't Say Gay!"  First off, who the fuck gave you the right to tell me I can't SAY anything I want to??  Second, some of my best friends are GAY and I'm just GAY about it!  Fuck you!  Corporations are PEOPLE according to SCOTUS...who the fuck paid off our justices?  So if we're changing everything up again, let's have a look at those fucking lifetime appointments to the SCOTUS.  And let's give the President some REAL power like the line item veto - from the people - NOT subject to what the House and Senate can do to 'repeal' it.  And while we're at it, why don't we make the Senate and House live under the laws they pass?  Why do they get a pension for the rest of their lives for two or four or six years of service when our enlisted servicemen can't afford to keep the homes the GI bill allows them to buy whether they can afford it or not?   Let's outlaw riders on bills that they have absolutely NOTHING to do with.   Let's do SOMETHING  THAT MAKES SOME SENSE!!!! 

I am so sick and tired of mealy mouthed Republican women talking about their fucking 'family values' and this plastic piece of rich bitch Romney probably cannot even pump her own gas!  With all that money, she's probably never cleaned a fucking toilet either.  Raised five boys...and they're all nearly grown now...boys are now men...so you think being a pussy on a stick for the presidential campaign is going to be 'your new job'????????   Get real.  Go dig ditches or eat for a week from a food kitchen.  Go give all your shoes to working mothers who get no child support.   Better yet, SELL them and give the money to the working mothers...let them have the pleasure you've had for the last 43 years of being a paid broodmare!  I'll say one thing - at least she's less irritating than Sarah Palin - I am so fucking glad the fifteen minutes of fame are just about done for that one! 

Have a gander at this:
http://www.addictinginfo.org/2012/04/16/916-anti-women-bills-introduced-by-the-gop-since-march-2011/

I'm thinking a page from Lysistrata's book is in order.  Our minds are being poisoned, by our government, by our news media, by our own hands in choosing to eat 'edible food-like substances' instead of REAL FOOD - taken a look at the label on Kraft Singles lately?  No, ignore the glass of 'wholesome milk' which is in itself a whole other story, READ THE FUCKING LABEL...  IT SAYS CHEESE FOOD!  NOT. REAL. CHEESE!!!!  And hamburger meat?  You'll get a quart of ammonia over the course of your lifetime if you eat it a couple times a week.  Your liver and pancreas will love you.   We are being STUPID.  WHY?  Because it's easy.  Because we 'don't like confrontation'  - well you know what?  It's coming to a point that if you "don't like confrontation"  you're taking up valuable breathing room for someone who actually lives their lives like they want to make a difference and leave the world a better place than when they came into it.   You want the man to pay?  For dinner?  You want to stay home and be 'full time mommy'??  Fine.  But don't act like you're doing anything but contributing to the overall population problem in the world, k?  There should BE no more babies until all the babies that are already here have what ALL CHILDREN have the right to - parents who love them and care for them.  If you 'can't love another person's child' as much as you could love one of your own, you're fucking part of the problem. 

You think if you go out the man should pay for everything?  But it doesn't guarantee him a piece of tail, right?  Why does marriage guarantee you a meal ticket?  Sure, I'm one to talk, I am unemployed.  The kids in this household are not helpless (mannerless tools of a con-artist maybe, but they're not helpless) and can feed themselves if need be.  I don't have to be here.  I don't WANT to be here all the time.  I WANT to earn my living, to pay my way, to make a difference.  I lost my first real job in years in 2007 - one year before Obama took office.  He's not the problem folks.  It was the 8 years of Bush's term that fucked us all.  And I thought Bill Haslam had some sense, but the stupid "Monkey Bill" went through without needing his signature to make it a law because we've elected a bunch of fucking MORONS into our government.  And now, what do we do?  Why we start to use the ridiculous to make a point.  Women are authoring answers to the stupidity with more stupidity.  Wasting time is what they're doing.

Yeah, Obama hasn't done a lot...especially about habeas corpus...but he DID get Bin Laden.  He DID repeal "Don't Ask Don't Tell" and gay men and women are free to be themselves while they serve our country. 

Here's a reminder if you need to remember all the things he has managed to accomplish in the midst of the greatest financial crisis the entire world has seen in a century:

http://www.alternet.org/story/154840/top_50_things_accomplished_by_president_barack_obama?akid=8543.317213.Ao0U07&rd=1&t=5

Yeah...I'm a quart or two low on estrogen...but that doesn't make me wrong.  I just hope I live long enough to see this insanity pass.
16th-Apr-2012 09:37 am - Dream Disconnect
Me FOS2009 by Kali
You ever have a dream that makes sense only in the most abstract way?  Like if you're not paying attention it will just go away?  Only it doesn't?

When I was a kid, my grandparents house was my favorite place in the whole world..well, favorite HOUSE...it was the acreage it sat on that made my heart sing.  The barn was also a wonder-filled place of sweet smelling hay, horseflesh, fresh harvested corn and leather. There was the 'smokehouse' which, in the summertime was a 'playhouse' for the grandkids.  It had all kinds of kitchen implements and a play stove and sink.  I'm not really sure where it all came from, but I think it must have been my aunt's stuff left in there because I do remember that it was old, sturdy and all teal and chrome...they don't make stuff like that anymore.  I can remember even the faucet was real metal.

But the thing I remember most was this enormous old oak tree that was next to the house.   It shaded the hedge by the driveway on one side and the house on the other and there was soft green most on the ground under it's branches.  I can remember a few times in the summer when we would have dinner outside when it was nice.  Usually Easter, Memorial Day (aka Decoration Day) and Fourth of July and Labor Day.  It was more work for the women but it was worth it.  All of us held close under the branches of this beautiful tree.  It is gone now, struck by lightning a few years after Mamaw's death.  I heard recently that the house has been torn down now.  The barn was torn down sometime in the early nineties. My aunts have houses built there on the land, which is fitting.  My father sold his portion to my aunt four months before I would have had the money to purchase it from him myself.  I can still remember his sad eyes when he told me he couldn't afford to wait.  His portion of the estate was the portion that I was always playing when I was a kid.  It had a pond, with fish, some woods and a nice deep meadow where you could actually FEEL silence.  It was where I learned to fish, where I learned to ride a horse, drive a tractor, where I learned that there was 'something' out there, in the land, in the trees, that spoke to me, made me feel safe, loved, and wanted. 

But that tree, it was an anchor.   It was the first thing I could see after I spotted the white fence from the road.  The shade was so dense that hydrangeas were rampant there next to the chimney.  And the ground!  Soft and green, with a carpet of moss that gave you goosebumps to walk through, covering even the enormous roots of the tree that ran along the ground.

So trees have always been my friends, now and then a particular tree.  That was the first. There were three large Box Elder Maples and three Willow trees at the house I grew up in that I was also very attached to - they're gone now too.  Years later, at a gathering of women at the Mississippi Group Campground at Shelby Forest State Park in Millington, I would meet another.  She was stately, and not an oak, but an ash.  She had lost a large branch sometime in the past which had left a little shelf-like protuberance beneath the arch where the branch had been. It was a perfect arched niche.  We were coming up to breakfast and I turned and saw that niche there in the tree and audibly caught my breath.  At this retreat there was never a shortage of flowers, some from the fields and some were bought and brought to the gathering.  Before the weekend was over, the little niche was covered with candles, ribbons, bows, flowers and other 'offerings' to what would from that time forward be called "The Goddess Tree".  It is these two trees that underpin the dream I woke from this morning...to the very sad song by Carrie Underwood "This is Just a Dream".

On the surface, you wouldn't think the two are related.  I guess you'd have to be me for it to make sense.  But  I was at my grandparent's house, and the tree...was(is) gone, and I was wishing for the Goddess Tree to be there.  And I saw a friend that goes to that gathering...sitting in a camp chair where the tree would have been and looking up.  I walked up behind her and laid my hands on her shoulders, asking if she was all right.  She assured me she was.  I told her that was good, that I didn't want any traditions springing up for me with her sitting around that tree.  She laughed, and I heard more laughter.  I looked back as I walked away and I saw three more camp chairs with her....Mallorie[info]wyckedcrone , Trudy[info]uglygrandmother and Tammy[info]tzaddia had joined her and they were all looking up into the branches of the Goddess Tree. 

Then I woke up hearing the song "This is Just a Dream" by Carrie Underwood.  A song so poignant about loss, and how you just can't believe it.  When I see the video I choke up with feeling for everyone who is gone now...the military theme connects with my dad, the wedding with my failed marriages (don't we all wish we had the fairytale ending?) and the words 'something borrowed, something blue' don't just mean a wedding to me, it relates to a particular event at that women's retreat...my marriage with myself and the woman who gave me that.  I don't even remember her name.  And the biggest coincidence of all?  This was the weekend of that women's gathering.  Though I have taken my fill and gone on to something different, I know it still spiritually feeds a LOT of women who are still trying to make sense out of the lives they have created out of the mistakes they never thought they'd make.  Or how they did everything right and somehow it ended up wrong.  Or those who walk through life in blissful ignorance of pain, standing on the threshold of womanhood, even if they are in their thirties. 

So much is gone forever; forever changed into something that bears no resemblance to what it once was.  If I let it, it tears my heart out.  But I am stronger now, than I was.  I am able to stand the loss when my truth alienates others that used to be called friends.  Living an authentic life is a troublesome prospect when you whitewash...or bluewash everything so that it is all pretty.   It's like an old piece of furniture, with layers of paint, of all shades, obscuring the beauty of naked wood.  That gathering used to be all about being authentic. For some, I am sure it still is.  For me though, it's just part of an illusion I had built, thinking I had a place, an identity, when all I was doing was fooling myself, waiting for ...what?  The life I have now?  I don't think so.  I was talking with Robb the other day about this very thing...and he said, "I think your full potential, your full impact, is still unrealized." 

One can hope.  Once you realize what's real, what's gone forever and what was never there in the first place, it's a lot easier to find your way.  That's not to say those things don't exist anymore for others, but I have fired the bridge, watched it burn, stood waving on the shoreline and turned and walked on, knowing I would never go back.   For someone with five retrograde planets that's not an easy thing to do.  So I walk on...towards that "unrealized potential" - my "full impact"...and hope like the dickens that impact isn't just one more cosmic clue by four. 

Like I said, "One can hope."
Me FOS2009 by Kali

Herbal and Magickal Household Practices

by Gaia IvoryWitch

Garden Variety Banishment and Blessing

Before I move into a place I go and do a 'banishing and blessing'.  This takes care of latent energies but it does not address 'spirits of place' that may predate my habitation.  Those are accepted as part of the house and no attempt is made to 'banish' them...but in some cases the energy surrounding the circumstance that trapped them there or that they are attracted to is lessened enough for them to depart on their own or at least to not be malevolent if they have been in the past.

Apart from that cleansing/banishing I also bless every conduit in the house from which outside energy enters it.   This means doors, windows, attic access, and all the electrical, cable, water and gas lines into and out of the house.  Humans are generally only sensitive to energy that seems to 'move' - for instance I have had friends that thought their Circle was situated on a 'ley line' when in actual fact, it was situated over the drain for their entire subdivision!  In other words they could feel 'movement' but not ascertain the origin or makeup of this 'movement'. 

Placement of Guardian Herbs

Here's where the herbs come in.  Rue needs to be by a door, and it has to be a gift from someone.  It protects from theft, is sacred to both Diana and Aradia, and it has a long history of usage both by Witches and protection against enchantment. The same with Myrtle, only it has more of a reputation as a 'love herb' with its waxy berries and sweet scent.  Rue's fragrance is bitter and astringent, signifying it is for 'tightening up' energy fields rather like closing a screen over an open window. 

Rosemary, planted by the 'head of the household' - which in my case has always been myself, my husband wisely allocating the 'keeping' of home to me (lol) and it should be close to a door as well so that all who come and go pass by it.  It will 'program' the energy of gatherings to be welcoming and peaceful.  The more Rosemary you have planted, the better.  People are likely to remember your Rosemary if planted in this way and associate nothing but pleasant memories with your home.   It is also an effective filter for all but the deepest seated angst.  It is also known for memory enhancing properties, and it's one of the ingredients in my 'study oil'.  I also use it when I am copying things into my BOS because the things put in one's BOS should also be memorized as much as possible so that if your book is ever destroyed or otherwise parted from you, you will be able to remember a good bit of it when writing out another. 

Connection with the Land

I don't plant herbs immediately...but very soon after moving in.  The act of plowing, digging or otherwise disturbing the soil in your homestead is the act of claiming ownership, read STEWARDSHIP, of your area.  You are communicating to all the Green Ones that YOU are the one who rules there, protects them, and requires their allegiance.  This simple act, undertaking in the right mindset, will bind you to your land and immerse you in 'messages' from the Green contingent about anything you wish to know about - and no, I am NOT kidding.  You wouldn't think Trees could gossip but...anyway, I digress.

Move Before You Move

Inside the home, before you move even one piece of furniture or box of belongings inside, it should be 'washed' from top to bottom in that all flat surfaces and corners (both are repositories of energy) should be smudged,… EVERYWHERE.  If you have a basement, start there.  Move the smoke into all the crooks and crannies and move it either out the door to the outside or up the stairs and immediately out the BACK door of the home, even if the front door is closer.  This sets up a banishing field, a current for the negative energy to flow out.  If you have a compost pile it's good to continue that path until you get to the compost pile. 

Compost is a natural 'energy sewer' and the energies put into that, just like food, are broken down and returned to the Earth to be transformed into garden gold for your garden space.  This should be the only time you intentionally put something negative into your pile...try to eat clean and keep your compost pile for only the cleanest waste you have, things that are not processed or modified, free of preservatives and so forth.  Some folks keep two piles, one for the 'clean' stuff and one for the questionable stuff.  If you don't have a compost pile, think of disposing your trash off site...move your trashcan to the road at the earliest possible opportunity and carry away to the recycling place anything you can.  These small acts are also acts of banishment.

Clean Sweep

Your broom can be your primary tool here once all the surfaces have been wiped down.  Use the sage smoke and the broom, or you could use a large feather, it’s up to you.  Brooms are a traditional tool of the Witch and you usually won’t find a Witch without a broom.  I could also add here that you never carry an old broom into a new house.  Always buy or make a new broom for your house.   If an old broom is kept, it should only be used OUTSIDE the house, sweeping walks and patios and so forth. 

Now - for the 'wash'.  There are any number of 'household washes' available for purchase.  And if you're an urban pagan, making your own can be difficult if not impossible.  Try if you can to get some loose hyssop.  The common 'hyssop officianalis' is not necessarily the one I am talking about but it will do in a pinch.  Much more suitable for these purposes is Syrian Oregano...or (origanum maru).  If you cannot find Syrian Oregano at a Middle Eastern market, Greek oregano (origanum dictamnus) or Dittany of Crete is second in selection.  Common hyssop can be used, but you will have to charge it with the cleansing and banishing energies these others possess as part of their 'herbal purpose'.  Hyssop officianlis as we know it was unknown in the ancient world where many texts mention the use of Hyssop as primary for cleansing.  Even the water should be boiled with flame that has already burned some hyssop when making holy water. Yes, that is a Catholic reference, but we owe most of our knowledge of ritual and tools and herbs from their preservation of pagan practices of the time antecedent to the formation of the early Church.  Make the effort to find the correct variety if you can.  It is known for this purpose for good reason.  Dittany of Crete, or rather the smoke thereof, is used by Ceremonial Magicians to summon spirits, the smoke giving the spirits a tool for manifestation.  If you are so inclined, using Dittany of Crete in such a manner should offer capital protection from just about anything, energy or entity, that doesn't gel with the energetic purposes of your home.   It would also make it uncomfortable for people with questionable intent to be in your home for long. 

Using this dried herb, or fresh if you grow it, make an infusion.  This is done by boiling clean water; I use Spring Water, and then steeping the herb in it overnight.  Then you strain the resulting liquid and add it to your mop bucket for floors or to a basin to wash countertops.  Windows can be washing in this manner as well, but glass is a conductor, and just like on this plane, on the astral it can be used as a reflective surface OR as a window for viewing.   This means that all the flat, vertical, reflective surfaces in your home can be used by someone else for remote viewing.   What?  Not possible?  Think again.  Just because one doesn’t engage in those type activities oneself does not necessarily mean others have the same moral fiber.  A Witch that cannot curse cannot heal.  If you have no understanding of what is magickally possible, how then, are you to protect yourself?

Bringing the Energy to Zero Charge

I use a hyssop wash on the floors and countertops and I have another recipe I use for the other surfaces mentioned.  Develop your own recipe for such purposes and keep the recipe handy for new purchases. This helps to bring the energetic vibration of your home back to zero.   Neutral.  This gives you pretty much a blank slate to work with and build up that welcoming positive energy you want to share with guests.  

Please don’t forget your appliances!  If you ever buy the ‘display model’ of a television or computer or camera, or any other appliance from a store, it is wise to cleanse it completely before use…after all, electronics ARE magnetic and everyone and their brother has been walking by, touching, talking about and looking at the piece that now is inside your home.  What did they leave behind?  Perhaps not much singly, but that energy - because it is magnetic, is cumulative.  

You also should never buy one of those items or appliances during a void Moon or retrograde Mercury.  You can find out more about those terms in your own research.   ANY network activity, setup, repair/replace, maintenance, upgrades, etc., should never take place during Mercury retrograde.  I have several personal anecdotes about this activity done in places where I have worked, and trouble ALWAYS shows up during Mercury retrogrades.   If you start out with a neutral and take steps to maintain a positive charge in your home, you will be less affected by these energy fluctuations when they do occur. 

Warding

Once you have banished and cleansed your new abode, it is important to ward it to repel what you have just banished from finding its way back in.  A certain amount of that happens anyway, it comes in on us as we enter and leave our homes- how can it not?  But you can minimize the disturbances from this source with a few simple activities. 

One should always have a daily spiritual practice.  I cannot stress this enough.  If you are a magickal practitioner, you cannot remain effective without this daily practice.  A daily cleansing and renewal, don’t most of us shower or bathe daily?  This is the perfect opportunity to engage in a little personal spiritual housekeeping.   Once it becomes a habit, you will notice the difference right off if you skip a day or your routine is otherwise changed by travel or a change in location.   This is good.  It means you are paying attention subconsciously as well as consciously to your environment.

The Astral Screen

Another effective barrier to unwanted outside energies is what I call the “Astral Screen”.  If you hold open activities where large groups gather in your home, you don’t always have the best control over who comes in or out.  If you entertain where there is a great amount of alcohol or other mind altering substances being consumed, it will make this more difficult.  I will spare you my preachy opinion about keeping the body clean of pollutants.

To create an Astral Screen, you cleanse your doorways, both inside and outside, so there is a space between that rests on the threshold.  This is a ‘repository’ or ‘coat check’ space where the nasties people can habitually carry around with them will reside rather than coming into your home.   When performing this screening process, it is important to remember that people be able to retrieve what they leave and program the space between accordingly with incantations specific to that purpose.   You can use an oil for the inner and outer door-facings, anointing them with symbols or sigils as you like.  But the main activity is creating a screen of energy through which people will pass and deposit any riders or astral nasties they have therein; to be reclaimed as they leave.  It’s important that the people leave the same way they came in, so you will need one of these Astral Screens on each doorway and take care that you host well and gently guide your guests out the door by which they gained entry.

To construct the screen, I stand before the doorway, and I envision a white patch over the doorway.  This can be misty or solid, but I prefer the general consistency of heavy fog or smoke.  You could even program it as sage smoke.   Make sure that nothing can be seen through it from either side and then from bottom to top and from top to bottom place strands of red threadlike light – almost like a continuous strand from bottom to top and again to the bottom going across the doorway as you do so.  When you have completed this step, envision a blue threadlike light doing similarly but from right to left and left to right, this time from the top of the doorway to the bottom.  When you are done, you should be able to ‘see’ your handiwork and see this basket weave of red and blue against a white backdrop.   It is also a good idea to repair this screen on a regular basis, such as at the Full or New Moon.   When you do your Spring cleaning, you should completely erase this screen until you are finished and then reconstruct it again the same way you did before. 

This screen helps keep your dwelling clean energetically and keeps it feeling like a welcoming place to gather.   I have lived in several homes, and have only heard good things like “It feels really nice here.” Or “Your house has such a nice feel to it. It’s very welcoming.”  And I just smile and thank them, giving a nod to the spirits of place and the guardians who help maintain this atmosphere to share with those I invite to my home.

YOU Are Your Home’s Keeper

I am sure that the case could be made for many of these actions to be thought ‘manipulative’.  And it’s true, they are.  But this is your HOME… you are the protector and it is up to you to care for those within in a manner that leaves them unmolested by unwanted energies.  You are not doing anything they probably don’t do for themselves or would not do for themselves if they gave sufficient thought.   This does not mean you assume ill intent all the time.  It means that you are prepared for the worst and can sit back and enjoy the relief when only the best things happen when people gather at your home.

Threshold Wards

Some of the herbs you can use in anointing your doorways are:  hyssop (with the caveat previously mentioned about origins) basil, parsley, asafetida (very smelly!) frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood, sage, wormwood, lavender, rosemary, rose, jasmine, etc. according to purpose.  I say this because you would not always use rose or jasmine for your front door, but perhaps the door to your bedroom or to the bath.  Get creative.  A creative Witch is a well-practiced Witch, and the better you are at recognizing opportunities to cultivate good energy, the better you will be at spotting the bad stuff when it appears.

Another anti-theft and supposedly anti-lightning tactic is to take the twigs of a honey locust, mock orange or even the very thorny stem of a rose bush, wrap it in hemp twine or red and black thread and place a twig of this above every door to the outside.   I should mention here that there is a reason why people like to plant prickly things under windows and around doors….think of those climbing roses over a gate or door and those prickly holly bushes that are planted nowadays under windows.  They aren’t just ornamental, they’re protective and all living things like appreciation.  So take some time to appreciate and ‘remind’ these green guardians of their basic purpose…protection of the homestead!

This is a very basic guide for a house blessing and isn’t a hard and fast rule or whatever, certainly not set in stone.  The principles, however, have been used for many thousands of years and for Witches, warding and sealing and blessing are time honored traditions.   You would do well to take a page from the practices of the Witches that have gone before and make use of these practices as you can.  I have purposefully NOT included recipes because when it comes to your home, anything you use for protective purposes should be something YOU devise and come up with.  Kudos if you can find a ‘new’ use for something no one else will think of.   Your home is your castle, and you are Master or Mistress there.  Treat it like it means something to you and guard it well.

4th-Apr-2012 03:13 pm - Eureka! NOT!!! Well...maybe...
Me FOS2009 by Kali
Part 2 of the Eureka Vacuum saga.  Part 1 is here:  http://ivorywitch.livejournal.com/287648.html

All's apparently well that ends well.  The 'wands you need' arrived as promised.  It seems like they went around the world to go next door, but everything, works even though I am not quite sure I put everything together like it was intended or designed to be.   That's okay though.  It was nice to be able to vacuum the ENTIRE stairwell without having to move the vacuum.  It was also nice to have an extra long reach in order to get the cobwebs off the chandelier in the foyer ad dining room!

Now if I can brave getting up on the ladder to do that 'vacant space' under the cathedral window that has collected an amazing array of bugs and dust.
For some perspective, this is the entire picture:

  Wish me luck!!  Ladders and I aren't friends...we're more in a state of armed truce.  I'm sure there will be a story.
3rd-Apr-2012 08:31 pm - Eureka! NOT!!!
Me FOS2009 by Kali
I was recently blessed with a brand new, wonderful and much needed vacuum.  Specifically the AS110-01 Type A Series With Cord Rewind.  It was simple to assemble, seems very sturdy and does a wonderful job.  However, living in a house with stairs, I was soon able to discover what I find to be a real defect in engineering.   The cord is long enough to reach anywhere you need to go within reason.  It retracts great.  However, this model comes with a wand about 24" long that attaches to a hose that expands, very nicely but isn't long enough for the standard staircase.  You have to start at one end and either hike the vacuum up with you or vacuum halfway (not really even halfway) up the staircase. Then you have to go to the stop and come down until you meet yourself and there's a bit of a gap, about three steps between the two areas the machine will reach.  I also discovered the wiring upstairs is bad because it won't take the vacuum running (with nothing else on that circuit on) without flipping the breaker.  I have to use the ONLY GFI plug upstairs, which is in the bathroom, obviously meant for hair dryers.  But that's another issue that has nothing to do with the product here. 

So, I look at the Owner's Manual and the Quick Start Guide.  On both I find a description of a 'stair hose'.  Here is the diagram:
Here is a close up of the diagram box indicating the 'stair hose':
You can clearly see the 'stair hose' and the connectors on it. Right?  Well, I called Customer Service after realizing I need it but couldn't find the part number on the parts list in the Owner's Manual or online, even though it indicated 'available on some models' or 'available for purchase'.  My model has the Turbo nozzle you see there, and the Owner's Manual says the 'stair hose' is 'available for purchase' - but it's not on the parts list.  It took me forever to get the young man on the phone to understand that there wasn't a problem with the machine but that I wanted to order parts for it.  I wanted the Wand 2 and the "Stair Hose" so that I could effectively clean my staircase. But the part number, as I said, was not listed in the manual order form or online.  The guy, after he put me on hold three times for about two minutes each time, so I was beginning to get exasperated because he didn't seem to 1) Understand that I didn't have a problem 2) Could not find the part number for the 'Stair hose' listed as available for purchase.  After much back and forth on hold a few more times while he 'consulted' with someone he came back with a part number and a price, which was very reasonable and I placed the order. Then in the middle of the order, we got disconnected.  This part was probably my fault.

So I call back and get a female this time, who was able, based on the info I gave her to find the incomplete order and complete it, give me an order number and delivery date and we were done. 

Today, this arrived in the mail:

Notice first, that it is about three times the length of the one pictured in the diagrams above.  Note also the ends, which do not have connectors on them...it's just a hose, a very long hose, with no ends to fit the vacuum I own.

So I immediately contact Customer Service again.  And again, it took FOREVER to get the woman to stop talking over me and LISTEN to what I was saying.  She said 'we will send you the extra wands at no charge'.  The wands I have are fine.  I wanted the correct hose. 

Agent:  'The diagram you are looking at is actually incorrect for that model, you have the correct hose, you were not sent the wands that go with that hose.  We will send you those wands expedited delivery at no charge and you should have them Wednesday." 

Me.  "What?  So the Owner's Manual AND the Quick Start Guide are BOTH incorrect, even though they show a 'stair hose' with the exact same connectors on the hose that match the rest of the connectors on the vacuum? "

Agent:  "Yes ma'am, that's correct, you were sent the INcorrect hose, I mean, you were sent the correct hose, but the diagram shows the incorrect hose.  We will send the wands that work with the hose you were sent at no charge, they will arrive Wednesday."

Me:  "So I was trying to order the incorrect hose for the model I own even though it has connectors that are exactly like the ones on my machine and this hose has none?"

Agent "Yes ma'am.  That's correct, you were sent the correct hose, but you were not sent the wands that go with the hose, they are actually a separate part. But we are sending them out to you at no charge with expedited delivery and they should arrive on Wednesday." 

So I am eagerly awaiting tomorrow's delivery of 'the correct wands to go with the hose' I ordered that looks nothing like the hose pictured with the connectors that actually match the ones on my machine.  I am laying odds the 'wands' will not fit either.

Stay tuned...I will be posting this as a review on Amazon, once I have the end of the story. 
Me FOS2009 by Kali
“Women As Livestock” Bill Passes in Georgia - Duly Noted
http://inthesetimes.com/duly-noted/entry/12978/women_as_livestock_bill_passes_in_georgia/

This will continue to happen as long as there is the small minority of women who perpetuate the idea of having the right to be supported by their husbands, who claim with honor the privilege of having 'the man pay for everything'. Women have to understand that their ability to have a child does not give them the right to demand that someone else help them care for that child if they are not able to do so themselves alone. Until that happens, you will continue to see our hard won progress eroded away in this fashion. If men could get pregnant birth control would be free, without a prescription, and attached to a six pack of beer at the local corner store!

This does not negate the millions of wonderful fathers out there who DO take their moral obligation seriously and don't have to be legally reminded to do so.  However, that 'moral' responsibility should only exist in a marriage...women who get pregnant and think they should be entitled to support from the sperm donor need to wake up and understand that they are the most entrenched part of the problem surrounding this issue. 

Women:  Please, for the rest of us, if you MUST bear a child, please do not do so until and unless you can support that child on your own without the help of the man who fathered it.  If you get the help, fine, wonderful.  But don't be dependent on it.  Until we bring this antiquated idea into the light and change it, we will NEVER enjoy equality with men...ever. 

I don't care if you're safe and warm and cared for by your loving husband.  There may come a day when, through no fault of anyone that you are not able to rely on that warm and fuzzy feeling you have right now.  He may die, he may decide he no longer wants to be married to you, he may divorce you and remarry.  Your children are YOUR responsibility, you carried them, birthed them, and they are YOUR responsibility.  Sure, our society allows for a man to legally MADE responsible but there is next to no guarantee that you can MAKE him responsible if he decides he no longer wants to be.  Then what?  You tell me.  Get real.  Protect yourself and your children and be fiscally responsible for yourself and your children. 

I won't even address the women with the broodmare mentality that get pregnant in order to have tools to trap men into doing what they want, or who give birth to enough children to start their own sports team or found their own township and gene pool.  Those women have no honor as women and don't deserve to be considered equal in the first place.  Because there will always be women who DO those sorts of things it is absolutely necessary for the rest of us to stand up and stop the insanity of making men pay for everything.  Men are not ATM machines, they are not our owners, and they should not be treated like or expected to behave as such. 

Off soapbox.


P.S.  I know there are some mothers out there that might be offended.  If you are stop and think about WHY that is.  What part of the problem do you contribute?  Why do you feel attacked?  Motherhood is a sacred role, but it is no longer a duty or an inevitability in our world.  It's wonderful to have someone you can count on who chooses to assist if that's possible.  But why put yourself and a child through uncertainty if you don't?  Choose adoption if you must have a child.  After all, you want a child to love, right?  What difference does it make where that child comes from?? If it makes a difference, you don't understand what being a parent is about. 

Off soapbox, for real this time.
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