Circling Alone: Paganism’s Solitary Eclectic Future?

Written 2012-12-30

Circling Alone: Paganism’s Solitary Eclectic Future?

Times are changing; what does the future Pagan World look like with the incessant deluge called The Internet having interwoven into modern society?

What is the role of temples, clergy, and elders?

A wonderful article that brought out the best in people, based on the comments.

Daimon written, its human typed it.
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Guest Post: The Marginalization of Halloween

Written 2011-12-30

Guest Post: The Marginalization of Halloween

Coupled with raving lunatic fundementalits demanding "merry christmas" be said at stores in December or they will "spread the word" and tell their friends not to shop there becuase they are edumactaed in Chick Tracts about the origins of "their" holiday.

The link is about finding the sacred within the mundane. Of the hidden Night Side within the Day Side. Of the Difference between Halloween and Samhain.

Darkest Blessings dear writer, from this Daimon, to yours.

Daimon written, human typed.
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Pagan Authors and Reversion Rights

Written 2011-12-30

Pagan Authors and Reversion Rights

A call to vigilance in this uncertain time of rights and responsibilities in the USA.

Who owns your art after it is "out of print"? Months, years, decades ago/from now, will your decendents be able to republish?

You need to find out ! eBook readers are making a mess of a problem in other ways too!

Thnik!

Daimon written, its human typed it
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You Can’t Take It With You

Written 2011-12-30

You Can’t Take It With You

A thought provoking post that strikes my Daimon's strings about living in a democratic society with a capitalist economic system.

My dad having died recently (2011-12-22) had no money for his decendents; wife, daughter, and son. Only life lessons, and about six bookcases worth of books. While the money would have helped us out, the lessons make us part of who we are, and the books help us understand the untold parts of what made my dad part of who he was.

The money would have been wasted on some mass-marketed tourist trap, or horridly expense shoes or something else shoved in a closet when a new "precious" hits stores later.

But the PERSON my dad was, lives through me. Though I have same-gender attraction, future generations will hear of my dad. His wisdom, passed from ear to ear through my still-living family and friends. To become an inalienable part of who they are.

My Daimon lifts a glass of watered-wine to the Na'vi on this one.

-You can not take it with you, so what legacy do you want to leave behind? How do I want the future to know me as?

-Daimon written, human typed.
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2011-11-26- Guilt Society

It is that time again, of another enforced unundation of positivism, the tactic, "Operation Holiday Cheer". Two months of archetypal decorations and music of why we should be happy in the Dark Half of the Year. Because it is uncomfortably cold outside, we are forced inside, to the sound of another fraking rendition of "sleigh-bells", next up, "rudolph", "jingle-bells", and "all i want", all on repeat.  On TV, a sterotypical "Black Sheep" find the meaning of "family" on every (?!) channel.

I am convinced this is done on purpose. We go "home" to get away from this, find nothing on TV, no relief on the radio, so we are forced to play games or read. Forced to be with people we are related to, but sure as anything are not "family"... and beating ourselves up about it. We entertain the illusion we are the ones to blame, not our abusive oder siblines or parents apathetic to how we are Vs. how the wanted "my little angel" to be when we graduated, and relatives coming who we have not see or heard from since this "Pep Persona B.S." last year. And BANG - your serving of guilt, sir/madam!

So we wear the WTF Sweater, get sick from the cold at the "Enforced Smile Pep Parade", and shovel more heart stopping, green, stringy, gelatinous, thing on our plate with a "yes please" to another fraking spoon of "whipped topping" that only because of Congress is considered a "food".

This is not a "traditional humbugery", this is a call to be Golden Mean Balanced year-round. So, if you are not happy, cease and desist your emo bullshit positivism and do something that gets you closer to no longer needing to "fake it".

I PLEDGE:
-to continue to wear black; because... "it's the new black" or some marketing b.s.
-to never add to the psycological rape via holiday music playlists, or movies.
-to never again associate with anyone who accepts or gives me a fucking fruitcake.
-to never again, at any time of year, buy from shops who does not say "Happy Holidays". Fuck your enforced "Merry Christmas" or "God Bless You". The one thing that keeps a Puritan awake and scared at night is that someone, somewhere, is happy. America is a secular, temporal, democratic republic which was never founded on religious reasons. If you have a problem with that, get out. Now.
-to, from this night forward (so, next holidays, not the impending ones) buy, wrap, and mail my gifts in July. If the recipient has no self control, it is not my fault you have nothing from me to open on XXXX-12-25.
-to decorate sensibly. To consist of a non-denominational snowflake wreath on the front-door and a few pinecones as a centerpiece on the table. Scented candles of peppermit may be burned on the window-sills, stove, and bathroom.
-that the tree will be a poster of a pre-decorated tree. I refuse to kill trees to celebrate; it is unethical. If I become really desperate (wavering from enemy actions of donation-bells and mall-santas) I will decorate any tree (on my) property with birdseed and popcorn balls.
-that the gifts I send will be gift-cards; for your sake I hope the business still exists by the time you use it. Solvancy, toxic-dbt, bankrupcy, buy-out, foreclosure, and "to fat to diet" means it may not happen.
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-Happy Sanity,
-My Daimon wrote it; the skin-job typed it.