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I AM CHRISTMAS. I HAVE GATHERED MANY SYMBOLS AROUND ABOUT ME.
I HAVE MY FIR TREE FROM GERMANY. I HAVE MY YULETIDE FROM JOL IN ICELAND. I HAVE MY JOLLY OLD SAINT NICK FROM THE LAND OF THE DIKES. I HAVE MISTLETOE FROM CELTIC BRITAIN. I HAVE AMERICA'S OWN PARTICULAR GIFT OF COMMERCIALIZATION.
I HAVE THE STORY OF THE NATIVITY FROM THAT BOOK SO CLOSE TO MEN OF ALL NATIONS.
I AM CHRISTMAS. I AM THE RUSTLE OF THE WRAPPINGS FROM ASUNDER ON CHRISTMAS MORN. I M THE WHISTLE OF THE TOY TRAIN TREMBLING ON THE TRACKS. I AM THE CRY OF THE DOLL SO REAL IT ALMOST TALKS. I AM THE FAMILY ARM-IN-ARM, IN TRANSIT FROM FRIEND TO FRIEND.
I AM CHRISTMAS.
THERE IS NO OTHER LIKE ME; THOUGH YOU SEARCH THE WORLD UP EVERY RIVER, ROUND EVERY BEND. I OFFER AN ABUNDANCE OF LOVE AND GOOD CHEER.
I BREAK THE BACK OF HOSTILITIES FOR A SPELL. EVEN BATTLEFIELDS HAVE BECOME QUIET FOR A TIME. AND BULLETS HAVE BEEN TRADED BRIEFLY FOR THE SPIRIT OF BROTHERHOOD.
I AM THE HOPE OF THE WORLD CAUGHT UP IN ONE SPECIAL DAY. I AM THE PROMISE OF SOMETHING GOOD IN MEN LET LOOSE IN A 24 HOUR PERIOD.
I AM CHRISTMAS.
I AM THE MIRACLE OF A CHANGING SCROOGE.
I AM THE MEMORY OF A SNOWY VILLAGE TWINKLING IN THE NIGHT. I M MERCY WITH A "MERRY CHRISTMAS" ON MY LIPS AND A GIFT IN MY HAND.
I AM CHRISTMAS. AND TO EACH OF YOU AS I HOLD CLOSE THE HOLY MEMORY OF WHAT THIS DAY IS ALL ABOUT...TO YOU I SHOUT OUT MY MERRY GREETING...AND A SMILE APPEARS ON MY SOUL AS I PRAY FOR YOU AND OTHERS IN OUR CHRISTIAN BROTHERHOOD...THAT REALITY THAT MAKES US ONE...OUR SAVIOR CHRIST.
BELOW ARE QUOTES FROM THE RUST ON MY SOUL SERIALIZATION
CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING URL BELOW TO REACH THIS WYRICK'S WRITINGS SITE
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Oh, London, how I love thee. Returning to London is the homecoming of my soul. The only thing missing was the love of my life, but he had to remain in NYC as our work schedules just couldn't make a joint trip possible. But my incredible family were more than wonderful to have as traveling companions, and made the trip possible in the first place.
I'm so grateful.
The London part of my trip 'across the pond' was all about recharging. A trip to London means indulging the invigorating surge that overtakes my mind and heart while walking the streets; returning to the inciting inspirations that first birthed the Strangely Beautiful saga. This trip wasn't about packing in moments of tourism, this was simply about happily wandering and paying homage.
First of these blissful days had me returning to the Bloomsbury district and strolling along the paths Alexi and Rebecca would have done in a promenade route to my fictional Athens Academy. Here's a specific shot down Grape Street in the heart of Bloomsbury, which looks quite similar to what the alleys around Athens, and indeed Athens itself would appear to be.
A further course of meaningful wandering included Hampstead Heath and Highgate Cemetery, two places of particular importance and magic. Its no surprise that graveyards are particularly fascinating to me, they hold a distinct energy not replicated in any other context. Eternal crossroads, these locales are both sacred and alluring- particularly to a paranormal author.
A garden-style graveyard like Highgate is the epitome of aching beauty, a paradox of life and death; eternal monuments, temporal humanity, cold stone and soft flower. You know Hampstead and Highgate well from my In my Highgate pilgrimage, from the moment I slipped inside the gate, I again saw my Guard darting among the monuments. I paid my respects to beloved authors Douglas Adams and George Eliot among others, ever marveling at the beauty of sculpture, stone, verdant ivy and flora. Wandering nearby Hampstead Heath and looking down over London in the distance, I was transported by walking the childhood haunts of Miss Violet Rychman, who will be the star of Strangely Beautiful #4; "Miss Violet and the Great War", and for whose book the bulk of the research on this trip was dedicated.
I ate wild blackberries and my mind's eye watched her and the hero, William Page, doing the same as children. -The Imperial War Museum was a day in and of itself. I spent countless hours learning about the details of World War I. It is not something I can begin to summarize in a blog post. It is sobering, terrible, incredible tales, millions of tales, millions of lives affected and lost.
I will but scratch the surface in my book as I continue to learn about this behemoth struggle that was supposedly The War to End All Wars. You will hear much more about my complex response to the research when I post my Verdun, France entry later this week.-
Ghost and Jack the Ripper expert Richard Jones was kind enough to reserve a place for my family and I on his Jack the Ripper walking tour, led by Ripperologist Philip -, an expert and author on the matter.
His tour was entertaining and informative and while I had gone on this tour once before, and doing so inspired me to use The Ripper in The Strangely Beautiful Tale of Miss Percy Parker, it was meaningful to do so again as certain forthcoming changes to the London streets will block certain murder sites from visitation.
So paying one last homage to Mitre Square, the site of Catharine Eddowes' murder before it is irrevocably changed was important.-An exciting signing at Forbidden Planet brought my London adventures to a close. I will have more pictures forthcoming. There couldn't have been a nicer staff and attending managers, the store is one of my favourite places on earth, a haven for all things I love, and after a rousing Doctor Who discussion, one of the managers there, Jon, gifted me with a Tom Baker (Doctor #4) action figure that now holds a sacred place on my awards shelf.
I was attended there by blogger extraordinaire Hasna from THE BOOKPUSHERS, ever grateful for her presence and support. It was such a delight to meet her in person. And Richard Jones himself dropped by! I was so honoured that my foremost resource on the Ghosts of England and on Jack the Ripper came by in support of my work.
As you know, all the ghosts I use in the Strangely Beautiful saga, other than spirits I've created inside Athens, are real London haunts that I plucked from Richard's accounts in his many While it was goodbye to London, it won't be for long. A girl gets too homesick for her soul's native land otherwise.
Then on to Paris! And "that's" another entry entirely. Stay tuned. Blessings!
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Faerieworlds Festival - Eugene, Oregon - July 21st - 22nd
Faerie Magazine
Other Faerie Festivals in the U.S.
World of Froud
See you there.
Brian Froud and the Witches' Ball
I've been a fan of Brian Froud's work since the late 70's, when I picked up a copy of All the Giants Are Dead? at A Change of Hobbit The 2001 Witches' Ball was one of our best balls ever. Despite the awful events only a month before, over 600 people came, many of them non-Pagans who wanted to support our charity work. (1) Full Circle paid thousands of dollars to rent a 3 level ballroom, and vendor space at the Scottish Rite Center. After 9/11 we thought no one would come, and we'd loose our shirts and disappoint our good friends at the animal shelter. Instead, we got all our money back, raised over 2,500 for the Silicon Valley Humane Society and gave out the Gaia's Guardian Award to a wonderful woman. It remains my favorite of all our Witches' Ball, in part because of the theme and Brian's kindness, and in part because so many good people came out in a time of great fear and deep sorrow to support a life affirming, charity event.
My thanks to our attendees, and all those talented, hardworking folks who made the Witches Balls possible.
Sia
(1) Our Witches Ball took 8 months to plan & execute. We had 15 Vendors in our Vendor room, Tribal Belly dancers as entertainment, gorgeous decorations that turned a dull space into a Faerie Wood, a professional photographer (who took keepsake photos of our guests in costume, and printed them right on the spot) a fabulous Dj, full Operations & Security Teams,
Theater Techs (all donating their time and expertise) and a small but mighty circle of dedicated (unpaid) Senior Staff who led our group of generous, responsible volunteers.Sia@FullCircle
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"I'm one with the Goddess
and open to Her Wisdom."
24th Day of the 3rd Lunar Cycle
Ruled by Medusa
Lunar Tree Cycle ~ Nion/Ash
19th Day of the Celtic Tree Cycle ~ Nion/Ash
Moon Phase: waning last quarter
Moon rises: 2:31AM EST
Moon sets: 11:38AM EST
Moon in Sagittarius v/c 6:13AM EST
Moon enters the Cardinal Earth Sign of
Capricorn at 12:13PM EST
Ceridwen's Cycle of the Moon
Lunar Meditation: The perservence and power
of heart's desire.
Sun in Pisces
Sunrise: 6:43AM EST
Sunset: 6:18PM EST
Solar Question for the Day: "What boundaries do you need to
pass through?"
Imbolc (Gwyl Mair) Quarter of the Year
March 8th, 2010
So here it is Moon Day (Monday) and after a two day spree with enthusiastic and restless Sagittarius we come back to the ground with a thump with the moon moving into the Cardinal Earth sign of Capricorn. This moon transit will bring us the feelings of being concerned with responsibilities, issues regarding security, the time to care of business and a time intensify your powers of concentration. After Saguttarius expansiveness, now we feel contracton and realize that it is time to pay attention to our needs for security, duties, obligations, drives and ambitions. This is a good time for setting and achieving goals, 'going for it' materially because we will find ourselves feeling persistent and ambitious.
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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The word of Sin is Restriction.
I am a Black Guard.
On the Border of the Realm of Light I sit, watching for denizens of the vast Wasteland who may
wander to my single Post.
I, who was a Dark fiend.
I who was utterly repulsed by the Forces of Light and all they
represented.
I am a Black Guard.
What has brought me to this place?
...
One winter I grew bored with the gloomy Underworld.
I decided to foresake it and live in the Land of Light.
I visited, yet did not have the Will to remain.
I was given sustenance, comfort and rest.
I returned to the Darkness
refreshed.
Thereafter I made occasional visits to the Upper World.
I wandered the Wasteland alone,
content in solitary exploration and unexpected joys.
One evening I was returning home,
when I heard a Voice.
She said that She could not tell me who She was,
but that She would like to know Me better.
I was just as interested and,
over time, fell deeply in love with Her.
Gradually, She led me to forms in
ee Me
and come to know Me.
If I served faithfully, and with diligence,
She would one day wed Me. I name Her Hikaru, Goddess of the Sun.
Thus I sit, a Black Guard,
watching for my kin who come to plunder and destroy;
dreaming of bells and flowers,
kisses and tears.
Wondering when my Love will call Me from this Post
into Her Temple of Delight.
I wait, I watch. I dream...
and I smile.
Invoke Me under My Stars! Love is the law, love under will.
Frater Nigris, Tyagi Nagasiva.
part two
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To Me! To Me! Ever unto Me!
so long I waited, the tears of loneliness dried
and came to rest within my Heart as joy.
quested to champion the Dark and translate
the babbling utterances of fiends to the fauns and daffodils.
oh My Goddess, Hikaru, I serve faithfully, and with
diligence, knowing that in Your Beneficence,
You will see My love for You in its purity, and call.
the Light Demons I have befriended and loved withdrew,
understanding the horror of My appointed Task,
abandoning Me to solitude and subversion into Tao.
ages I forget the day She'd wed Me. forgotten Her
name, when comes no Word from Her Quadrant, Her Throne.
still my Heart beats with joy in the Heat of Her love,
enthralled in the passion of service to My Queen,
that Center of Xenophilic Splendor,
Source of Pleasure and Bastion of Wisdom...
My waiting become enchantment, watching ensorcelry,
delusion dreaming, an Arrow moving faster and faster
toward a Target never seen, blinded to Eye and Mind.
My smile a haggard memory of assignment to My Post,
the Post a life of encrusting armor, sealing Me in.
I am a Black Guard.
on the Border of the Realm of Light I sit, watching for
denizens of the vast Wasteland who may wander to my border.
here I sit, watching for kin who come to plunder and destroy;
dreaming of bells and flowers, kisses and tears; wondering when
My Love will call Me from this Desert into Her Temple of Delight.
that Love a hazy memory of shade and disillusion,
a Promise never fulfilled, a Hint always withdrawn,
a Secret forever banished to the Outer Reaches,
where I used to dwell.
when from behind, of a sudden, and without warning,
come the sound of footprints, the rustling of magical bags,
and the soft purr of a whispery feline.
an invitation, says the Messenger Kitten, from the wilds
of Interior Luminaria, a noblewoman blinded from birth,
requesting visitation from the Black Guard.
thrice-thwarted was My response, though expert I was
in navigating the Highway Photonos, its shuttles and carriage
eventually giving way with an application of Will.
into a cavern of rustic decor, replete in cordials and roses
atop its mighty expanse, magical and healing wells of power
spot the gloomy castle ruling a luxious domain.
and there on a stonework, bedecked in gossamer and lace,
sat the most beautiful of fae, knee-up in a bookread,
and beckoning Me to half-light, agape in knowing her presence.
'I have called you', She said, setting aside Her Savory tome,
'for a Wedding, a Marriage of Souls.' She spoke then of a
character of glory whom I was certain was to be Her husband;
one who would no doubt need a Guard such as I
to engage the Darkness that the Good Folk, in their wisdom,
are always bringing to their wood (the Blessed Shade).
She toured me through the cavern and its garden,
the pavillion and its magical wells,
calling it Her Temple of Delight;
a respite from the world, the bounty of Her effulgence,
and imbued with the work of the Sun.
in the cool morning we lounged beneath an olive tree,
and I asked what I could do for Her.
She replied that She was Queen of the Fae, a small region of Light, and thanked Me for holding My post that She could see Me
and come to know My heart.
She said that I had served faithfully, and with diligence,
and that the worthy called Her Hikaru, Goddess of the Sun.
such grace and beauty, so bedevilling Her ensconcement,
that I forgot all but a whisp of My past, my Post and my Love.
'How perfect you have called Me, for I am a Black Guard,
and I can serve the lucky lord who is to be Your Consort.'
She laughed then, and took my hands.
'silly old demon', smiled. 'there is none but You in my desire,
no longer a need for You to maintain your Post.'
dreadfully confused, after parting from Her Delightful Temple
I hardly believed My eyes, ears, My mind. blood racing,
heart pounding, I said goodbye to My Desert Outpost,
half-convinced I was mad and that this was all some sorcery.
setting the machines to operate alone with routine inspection,
I set off once more to dwell in the Temple of Delight,
and bask in the unendingly beautiful presence
of Hikaru, My Goddess of the Sun.
Take Your Fill of Love as You Will! Free Love right now!
Nigris333, Tyagi Nagasiva
dedicated to my
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Mere sighting a coffin instils fear in many mortals. But for Prophet Pa Samuel Olawale ( a.k.a Kogberegbe) it has no meaning as he sleeps in the coffin and in the grave preaching the gospel. The Nation reports.
Conspicuously displayed on this Mountain of Prayer is a big van with the inscription, 'The Holy Michael Church of The Lord ( Aladura) Cherubim and Seraphim, Preacher Prophet S.O Olawale (a.ka.Kogberegbe)." In the said vehicle is a big white-creamy painted coffin covered with a black cloth having the following words 'THIS IS THE END OF YOUR LIFE AND YOUR POST' inscribed on it, all in capital letters!
Fear will normally envelope most people seeing for the first time a coffin draped with black cloth and a grave dug by the altar. This is, however, a familiar sight to the congregation of this church. They have grown used to it.
What is the connection between an empty coffin and the church? Why should there be a grave by the altar? These are questions begging for answer.
Speaking to The Nation on why he keeps both strange and curious objects, the spiritual leader and founder, Pa Samuel Olawale, who is in his 80s, declared " Yes, it is true that I have a coffin covered with a black cloth in the church, it is in a big van.Not only this, I have a big hole dug by the altar. You can go and see it, take the picture.But for the grave or the hole, it is by the altar. And next time, I will open it for you while I am there.The two strange objects are pregnant with meanings.I have reasons why I am keeping them there."
While preachers, evangelists and men of God go out preaching with the Holy Bible, asking sinners to repent, Pa Samuel Olawale ( a.k.a Kogberegbe) goes out not only with the Holy Bible but always 'armed' with an empty coffin, a bell in his hand, preaching to sinners to repent and come to God.He said: " Yes it is true that I am carrying the coffin about while preaching and what I am trying to point out is that no matter how wealthy you are you will not leave this world with these money, it all ends here.You will not go into the grave with your wealth or with money, be you a civil servant who stole money, be you an armed robber, be you a landlord or a caretaker, your money and wealth ends here the moment you are dead."
He continued: "Any time I go out, I would at times sleep in the coffin, telling everybody that that is how we will end.Yes, we should remember this. If you are buried with expensive coffin, clothes and jewelleries, all will be stolen from you in the night and your carcass will be left.To me, life has no meaning until we come to God.Things are going wrong in this world and we should mend our ways."
Kogberegbe added: "Yes, I even sleep there (in the coffin and the grave) at times too, to let us know that we will all end up in the grave!"
Asked whether people read different meanings to it, he replied: "Oh no, no, they all know that we are preaching the word of God.It is just to let us all know that there is nothing in this life. This is an ephemeral world, the grave is for prayer and we open it every year while praying on the mountain."
On what it is in the grave, the old man said, "Nothing, it is empty, nothing."
When this reporter requested to see the coffin and the grave, the old man did not hesitate as he called one of his disciples, Joshua Samuel, to take him there.
Road to the mountain
The road to the church's mountain is about three kilometres from the residence. It is along Ikotun/Ejigbo Road. The big church is located in a compound on the expansive mountain.
On the mountain is also a vehicle, and inside it is an object covered with a black cloth. The reporter asked the guide, Samue,l to open it. The guide first of all screamed, "Holy Jah!," and prayed. He then removed the cover for this reporter to see the cream - coloured coffin with the words: 'THIS IS THE END OF YOUR LIFE AND YOUR POST' inscribed on it. And after the reporter had taken some shots of photographs, the guide again thanked Jah for His mercies and then covered it again.
According to the guide, Kogberegbe is a bold man who is a man of God worshipping God Almighty. He said while evangelising with the bus, they carry the coffin about and would stop once in a while to bring out the coffin. In his words, "We carry the coffin from the vehicle; it is normal coffin.We are about four people who carry it while I would be in my church warrior soutane dress."
Asked to comment on the motive behind it, he said: "Baba is trying to show the world that at the end of everybody in this world, irrespective of his status, whether you are rich or poor, whether you are a witch or wizard, whether you have children or childless, whether you are a tenant or landlord, this is how and where we will all end.Baba would with a bell in his hand sleep in the coffin in the public and be shouting on top of his voice to everybody to come and see how everybody would end. It is a big lesson for us all, and it is very interesting. It is time we should all change from our bad behaviours and turn to Christ"
Encounters with the evil spirit
Kogberegbe also spoke to this reporter about his encounters with the evil spirit. He said "I remember that we used to trek from Somolu to this mountain several years ago. We faced many challenges. I can remember when on a midnight as myself and two kids were going to the mountain, we got to the base of an Araba tree ( mighty tree), we saw a strange light that beckoned at us from the tree top and we heard the voice that said 'This stupid boy ( Kogberegbe ) has come to disturb us again.' But trust my God, nothing happened to me. I prayed and the tree got dried up.It is God's work.The evil spirit attempted to stop me from worshipping God, but no evil spirit had the power. Again, at Ojuwoye, they (evil spirits) fought us, and again I commanded the tree to dry up and it happened. It is the work of God. Only God knows what havoc the tree could have caused. You know a man with swollen scrotum cannot be a goalkeeper. And it is God's work, not of mine."
Who is Kogberegbe?
Call him a stubborn agitator. Label him a non conformist; he is a different person entirely from many other preachers. No wonder he is nicknamed Kogberegbe (A no nonsense man). He said "My name is Samuel Olawale. When God called me, people started calling me Kogberegbe, meaning a man who does not tolerate nonsense."
He speaks with authority, and his congregants listen with rapt attention. In his living room, he conducts services and counsels those who come for counselling and prays for them too. There are portraits of Jesus Christ and of some Saints hung on the walls. In his living room are big rubber drums of water which he prays on to become 'holy water' and this he gives to people to heal them of their ailments.
He prays for people who come to him for prayer. His voice is heard as he prays. People of all status mill around him for prayer. Whenever he is praised that his prayer works, he would tell you that it is not his handwork but God's.
Immediately he was told that he had a visitor from the press, he humbly left the congregation to attend to this reporter. He is loved for his humility, passion for mankind. One thing he is noted for is that he does not tolerate nonsense in his church. In fact, he is treated as a king as his followers and other people kneel down to talk to him.
A disciplinarian to the core, in the presence of this reporter, Kogberegbe acted out his name as he scolded one of his followers for removing his soutane and going to another place when the service was still on. He admonished him for not respecting God.
Genesis of his life
He told The Nation that: "I have been in evangelisation since 1957 when I was called and started it.It is God that called me. I was once a police officer but that was a long time ago.If God wanted to call you, he will do so immediately and you will not steal, will not take another man's wife, will not be dubious. You must not tell lies because you want to be rich. Many become prophets because of money. Most of you who are practicing journalism are fraudsters. People are afraid to walk in the night. Many of you reporters are fake and go about taking pictures, interviewing people about and collecting money."
He spoke about the Boko Haram: "Now there is the problem of Boko Haram, and you don't know those praying for the country. Many of the prophets are doing that silently. Those pastors and prophets using human blood for many things are devilish and will go to hell fire. But God knows the truthful ones. Well, only God knows who is worshiping Him. Today, the prophets and pastors are doing what they like. But I love the Catholic, who suffer a lot and they are doing well. The Pentecostal Church is trying their best too."
But he added, "He (God) said it is not those who called me God, God that will come to His Kingdom. It is not all of us prophets, pastors, men of God that would go to heaven'.
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