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think I will add this to my list of people probably not understanding what people are talking about.Chris Brogan wrote that Twitter’s Lists make Chris Brogan feel bad….
Um I’m seeing both sides here - am with Chris Brogan if its a personal/accidental left out - when you get to Chris’ size followers its hard to work through and remember people. I’m having problems with 780 people! I’m adding people and creating lists on the fly as they come up in my stream
Some people are sensitive and easily offended and I’m one of those but it’s not always intentional left out and a quiet word on the side may help.
That’s awesome!
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A Witch’s Words To Her Familiar On Samhain
Still your mind,
and still your soul,
heed the words that make you grow,
listen to the winds of the sages,
learn the wisdom of the mages,
handed down to us from the ages.
Time is ours,
but only fleeting,
hear the wings of eternity beating,
soon enough we’ll all be meeting,
and each of us merrily greeting.
The moon will be full,
and round,
and bright.
And we’ll be wisked away,
in the dead of night.
To the place we are meant to be,
to learn and grow,
and maybe see,
a spectre of what we should be.
Time is ours,
frozen, but brief,
allowing us to release our grief,
to open our hearts and minds once more,
and step through the sacred door,
of time and space, and futures past,
to teach us the spells to cast.
So we may once again be free,
to live and love and blessed be.
So still your mind,
and still your soul,
and open your heart,
and set yourself free,
on this Samhain, I challenge thee.
Learn the truth from mages old,
the truth which was foretold.
The time is right, the night is new,
we can learn what not to do.
Warnings from the great beyond,
we’ll heed them or all cry,
for lies can no longer be told,
when you look me in the eye.
I’ve learned a lesson, bold and true,
and now there are but a few,
who understand the depth of change,
and how we all must rearrange,
our thinking and goals,
for times anew,
if the world is to survive,
for me and you.
We’ve got our work cut out for us,
my friend.
And we must not fail,
before the end,
or all will be lost,
and fate will be no more,
and finally the great beyond,
will close the door.
Time and space will exist no more,
my friend,
my familiar,
we must work to prevent war.
Peace must prevail for ten thousand years,
and we must make sure it does.
Our souls eternal bond will hold,
as our bodies grow old.
Fear not the great beyond,
my friend,
for it is a beginning,
not an end.
Our work will continue for eternity,
until everlasting peace shall set us free.
(poem by: Yvonne Aburrow )
A Witch’s Words To Her Familiar On Samhain
Still your mind,
and still your soul,
heed the words that make you grow,
listen to the winds of the sages,
learn the wisdom of the mages,
handed down to us from the ages.
Time is ours,
but only fleeting,
hear the wings of eternity beating,
soon enough we’ll all be meeting,
and each of us merrily greeting.
The moon will be full,
and round,
and bright.
And we’ll be wisked away,
in the dead of night.
To the place we are meant to be,
to learn and grow,
and maybe see,
a spectre of what we should be.
Time is ours,
frozen, but brief,
allowing us to release our grief,
to open our hearts and minds once more,
and step through the sacred door,
of time and space, and futures past,
to teach us the spells to cast.
So we may once again be free,
to live and love and blessed be.
So still your mind,
and still your soul,
and open your heart,
and set yourself free,
on this Samhain, I challenge thee.
Learn the truth from mages old,
the truth which was foretold.
The time is right, the night is new,
we can learn what not to do.
Warnings from the great beyond,
we’ll heed them or all cry,
for lies can no longer be told,
when you look me in the eye.
I’ve learned a lesson, bold and true,
and now there are but a few,
who understand the depth of change,
and how we all must rearrange,
our thinking and goals,
for times anew,
if the world is to survive,
for me and you.
We’ve got our work cut out for us,
my friend.
And we must not fail,
before the end,
or all will be lost,
and fate will be no more,
and finally the great beyond,
will close the door.
Time and space will exist no more,
my friend,
my familiar,
we must work to prevent war.
Peace must prevail for ten thousand years,
and we must make sure it does.
Our souls eternal bond will hold,
as our bodies grow old.
Fear not the great beyond,
my friend,
for it is a beginning,
not an end.
Our work will continue for eternity,
until everlasting peace shall set us free.
(poem by: Yvonne Aburrow )
October 31, 2009 by Paul
The origins of Halloween date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sah-win).
2000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France the New Year was celebrated on November 1. It was a day that marked the end of Summer and the beginning of the dark cold Winter months.
It was the belief of the Celts that on the night prior to the New Year the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred and the dead were free to walk the earth again. To the Celts this was a night to both fear and celebrate. When the dead visited they tended to cause trouble and damage crops, but they also inspired the Druids (Celtic priests) so predictions for the future could be made.
In order to appease the dead so that they wouldn’t cause trouble yet would continue to inspire the Druids Samhain was celebrated. At night sacred bonfires were built where crops and animals were sacrificed to the Celtic deities. Costumes were worn during the celebration in an attempt to blend in with the dead. When the celebration was over every family re-lit their hearth fire with a spark from the sacred bonfire that they had brought back.
Read More … http://www.wizardandwitch.com/history-of-samhain-halloween/Love it ;) Great site by the way - check it out
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— John C. Dvorak, Feb. 19 1984 (via davidkaneda)