[pagancrafts] Be Thankful
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 14:11:20 -0800
Organization: Mama Yasmini's Place
Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 00:07:27 -0800
From: Endora Aphrattos
Organization: PHOENIX RISING OCCULT MAIL FORUM
8 GIFTS THAT DON'T COST A CENT
THE GIFT OF LISTENING
But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening.
THE GIFT OF AFFECTION
Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.
THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER
Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you".
THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE
It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.
THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT
A simple and sincere, "You look great in red", "You did a super job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day.
THE GIFT OF A FAVOR
Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.
THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE
There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others.
THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION
The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You
[pagancrafts] The Noiseful Silence
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 03:09:40 -0800
From: Endora Aphrattos
Organization: PHOENIX RISING OCCULT MAIL FORUM
I don't know that poetry will count as a craft, but it is certainly an art. So here it is, something I wrote about a year ago. I think it will have meaning for you.
The piece is written in chaos from a variety of perspectives and through many different poetic styles and is done so for a reason. Most do not understand this poem. However, all who've read it have found it very disturbing. Most think it's about possession. GRIN The comment was once made that it was like several authors kicking you in the face simultaneously, each telling the same story... And that is sort of what I was trying for. Sorta. GRIN
The Noiseful Silence
The noiseful silence keeps on screaming
from honeyed dark and meloned dawn.
The agony of the choir's resounding
through each dark and endless hall.
How the bloos's so thuderously churning;
The heart is but a deafening drum.
The silent chorus knows no ceasing,
invisibly I'm chained within the din.
Shreiking, whirring inner phantoms
refusing their host a moment's peace.
Accursed, vile and monsterous evils;
No sovereign lord with which to plea.
Nothing bears the damned--None that they may barter
their freedom from the eternal, raging prison
built within of chaos and madness...
All the soul may do is weep.
"Mercie, mercie! Hath God noe kindness?
What manner ofe devile doth reside within me?
What evile hath caste ye here devile, I noeth not?
By what license is your rite to torment me?
By God's mite I commandeth thee to departe, begone, away!"
Heaving breathless frome mie angre,
I fell to thee floor crying.
Then dide I gasp, fore revelation befell me ine one word.
Yes, I was bewitched, whie else wouldst this madness plagueth me?
'Twas surely thee workings ofe that widow ine thee woode, a witche!
"O God! Maketh thee adder ceaseth its stinging upon mie mind!"
This evile hath never befell me before.
Tormented souls beyond repreive
Kneel in anguish from within their fleshy graves.
Liken to an eternal, yawning abyssimal chanting;
roars therein the maddened parade.
Ceaselessly, like bass-drums thudding,
marches the noiseful silence with relentless pace.
Their shrill and mouthless voice uniting
Chaoticly out of unison in the lawless inner-space
The painless agony in silence deafening,
endlessly roars quietly forevermore.
And the damned, know not repenting,
where sinless and sinned are condemned as one.
On the brink, of madness teetering,
icey tendrils claw the soul from hell to hell
dragging down the lost and hapless
into the noiseful silences' raging dell.
Ragged is the breath in silence growling
with thunderous, echos' quiet glee.
Each cell resounds it's tiny voice
from the prison within me.
I am but a sad reflection
of that shining soul I use to be.
The flesh is but a battle ground
of the noiseful silence's victory.
No one understands the heartbreak,
the madness, sadness, timidity
wrought by the noiseful silence;
suffered, endured silently.
"Are you alright?" he smiles
"Yes," I nod, I smile
"my ear's ringing." I laugh; I lie.
Why not; does anyone really understand it anyway?
"I'll get it!" we laughs; how corny.
Would I have said something so stupid before?
Anyway, if the guy tries to answer my ear...
I tear his arm off.
In the dark and quiet lying
Peaceful dreams now drawing near.
Beneath the blankets, softly sighing
when the noiseful silence screams in my ear.
I look to see if she noticed me jump, of course she did.
"Something wrong?" she asks. "Bad dream?"
"Yeah," I nod smiling, "bad dream."
She curls into me and nestles.
It makes me want her, but I turn away.
Better to go to sleep before it comes back.
Though I know I would have loved her before...
Every vessal, vein, intestine
shreiks and cries in harmony
Can't you feel it; can't you hear it
the noiseful silence within me?
'Neath my shadow, soft I'm moaning
So soft no eye can hear nor ear can see;
the noiseful silence keeps tormenting
ever, ever mocking me.
Never ceasing, never quitting
I'm ever shackled, but grim and ghastly
the noiseful silence knows no bounderies
within my prison it soars free.
The noiseful silence knows not pity
an alien to compassion;
to kindness. To mercy, it is mockery.
The noiseful silence is a city
growing without cessation
to a cry I can't set free.
Garrish sounds fill the silence
anguish is my stock and store
Tormented by the noiseful silence
for now, forever and evermore.
copyright Endora Aphrattos 1998
[pagancrafts] For those who have lost pets
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1998 10:20:29 -0800
From: Crone Organization: Mama Yasmini's Place
Just this side of heaven there is a place called Rainbow Bridge. The Rainbow Bridge is set in a green field of soft grasses, and fragrant flowers.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
All beloved pets arrive at the Rainbow Bridge where there are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of their favorite foods, fresh, cool water, and warm sunshine, There are trees for shade and sweet breezes.
Everyone has a special place and is warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had become old, ill, or injured, are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our hearts, and dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are all happy and content to be at the Rainbow Bridge, where they have everyting a pet could need or want, except for one small thing; they each miss that certain someone who was very special to them, and who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together in the soft grasses, the meadows, and the hills. But then the day comes when one of the animals suddenly stops playing with the others, moves slowly apart from the rest, and looks expectantly off into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. His ears are perked up listening excitedly to sounds that only he can hear.
Suddenly, he turns from the group, and begins to run swiftly towards something only he can see, flying over the green grass, past the fragrant flowers, his legs carrying him faster and faster. His eyes fixed on a distant figure.
You have been seen!
Ever faster he moves towards you, When you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous celebration and reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, You, and your cherished companion of days past, are reunited and you look once more into the trusting, loving eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart
Then, you cross Rainbow Bridge together....