I do not worship Satan; I am not interested in Satan. Satan was invented by the Christians. Satanism is a form of Christianity. I am not a Christian. I don't go to church on Sunday. Jesus is NOT my saviour. He was simply a holy man who lived 2,000 years ago. I am not afraid of going to Hell because I don't believe in Hell any more than I believe in Satan. I believe in reincarnation; that I will come back to this world or another and live out another life. I am not evil. But telling people I am a "good witch" is wrong. There are evil people in the world, and there are people who chose to work with the forces of nature in a way that harms others; those people do NOT follow the same path I do, Wicca. The central law of being Wiccan is: "if it harms none, do as you will". Please don't ask me about sacrificing cats or desecrating churches. I love my cat. And I don't go into churches or synagogues unless a friend from that religion invites me to some special occasion. And if I DO enter a church, I am not stuck by lightning. And if a Christian or Jew or a Buddhist came to a pagan ritual, our gods would not strike them dead either. Isn't that something to think about? Wearing a pentacle is no different than a cross, crucifix, or Star of David. If you want me to take off the symbol of MY religion because it's offensive, you need to make everyone of every religion do that. The five points of the star signify the four elements of Earth, Air, Fire & Water, and the fifth point is Spirit; encircled by the World. How that can offend anyone boggles my little pagan mind. An image of a tortured, dying man is more offensive, yet thousands of people openly wear crucifixes every day. Also, don't ask me if I'm in a "coven" in that half-horrified, half-fascinated tone of voice. If I want to talk about my coven, I will bring it up. If I am a solitary practitioner, I have no coven to discuss. In any case, our rituals have candles, food, drink, poetry, dancing...yes there is a knife but it only cuts the air, not anyone's flesh. I don't drink blood. I am not a vampire. I enjoy vampire lore, that's all. I wear black because it keeps negativity away and it looks better on me than orange and purple polka dots. If you want to ask me something related to MY religion, ask me when the next full moon is. Or the next blue moon. Or what a blue moon IS. Ask me about herbs. Crystals. Healing. Even ask me to make you a love potion. But I don't cast spells on other people and I won't cast a spell on you to make you prettier, thinner, more desirable. And I won't cast a spell on your crush to make him/her love you. Trust me, you don't want that, you don't want the karma that involves, and neither do I! That's a form of manipulation, taking away someone's power, infringing on their free will. Not nice at all. Spell work is about co-creation. A witch works with universal energy, with the Goddess amd God. Need money? Don't try to ensorcel your boss to give you a raise. Simply ask the universe to increase the flow of abundance in your direction. That infringes on NO ONE'S free will. One last thing: giving me a book about the Burning Times is not funny and is rude. I'm sorry it happened but those poor people were NOT persecuted for living the Wiccan way. Wicca didn't exsist then. Please don't try to make me ashamed of whom I worship and what I am. Please don't try to convert me or "save" me. Don't throw holy water on me. Don't leave horrible notes on my website. I don't need to be saved. Witches are proud of the fact that we don't recruit people to become witches. We simply ARE, and those around us see how we think, how we act, and our inner peace, and only when someone says, "how do I become a witch?" do we take them into the fold with us. I will never leave a religious credo with anyone. I don't have one, unless you count this letter. And I am not asking you to convert. I am only asking you to understand. If you don't want to understand, just leave me alone.
Blessed Be
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Back from the depression...
... I was very upset when I lost my job. I'm still unemployed, but I can't ignore the fact I've not blogged here any longer. I miss it, even though I've been blogging (somewhat) over my favourite .ning. community, I do miss here.
A few changes, in keeping with the New Year. I'm moving some posts over here, making it less of a coffee shop blog (since, for now, I don't HAVE one) and more of an allrounder. I'm changing how it looks too, and I'm gonna start actively encouraging people to visit. If for no other reason, than conversation creates a wider dialogue, and I want to have that here.
And that's that!
But still... anyone need a barista? :P
Miz
A few changes, in keeping with the New Year. I'm moving some posts over here, making it less of a coffee shop blog (since, for now, I don't HAVE one) and more of an allrounder. I'm changing how it looks too, and I'm gonna start actively encouraging people to visit. If for no other reason, than conversation creates a wider dialogue, and I want to have that here.
And that's that!
But still... anyone need a barista? :P
Miz
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
US Elections
If anybody here in the UK think the US Elections don't affect us.... Seriously? You honestly believe that? GO away. You can't be helped.
If you're still here... well, it's 3.05am, and projections on CNN are counting Obama with 207 votes, and McCain with 89. Every minute Barack Obama is hitting the high notes, and even when he's not winning the state, he's pretty damn close. It's exciting, it's worrying, it's watching history in the making. I want to watch this election and know that the best man won. I believe, as a British citizen, that Obama is not just the best man for America, but the best man for the world. My dad says that the US doesn't really affect British policy on anything, that's the UN's job. I give anyone who says the same thing two words. Iraq. Afghanistan. Can you honestly say that we would have went to war if America didn't?
In the debates, Barack Obama repeatedly and consistently trounced John McCain in the key issues that affect everyone. Economics. The war. Enviromental issues. Obama isn't perfect, we all know that, but he's the one, I believe, will factor REAL change in America, and therefore the world.
My little brother is in the RAF. I'm very proud of him, but I do not want him in any danger. No matter how skilled he is, how much training he has received, no amount of knowledge will protect him if a bomb goes off. So many innocent people, be them army, RAF, navy, civilians, anyone, have died in the pursuit of nothing. I don't want my little brother to be another statistic. His name is Greig. I call him Groogs. He's not a number. He's my brother.
I'm watching CNN still, and now it's 3.29, and Obama is at 207, and McCain is at 135.
My mum is gay. Not a huge issue here in Scotland anymore, but in America? Small minded bigots want to change THE WORDING OF THE CONSTITUTION so that it reads "man and woman". People, and yes, every gay person IS a human being, would lose the long fought and hard won right to marry who they love, after winning that right for such a small amount of time. How dare some people have the right to choose the way complete strangers lead their life? Why should they care? And why doesn't *the gays* have the right to control *the straights* right to marry? In a nutshell, it's a crock of shit. Anybody think differently, I'm more than happy to listen, and respect your views. But please imagine, just for a second, that what you hold to be true was the minority view, and that people wanted to take your rights away. How does it feel?
I seen something interesting today. You know the web addresses that end in .com or .co.uk? Some end in .net or .org? There's one that most television networks use. It's .tv - and it actually belongs to a very small island nation called Tuvalu. They rent out the suffix to pay for advancements in the islands, like new schools and roads. The sad thing is, being inbetween Austrailia and Hawaii, and only 4.5 metres above sea level (at the highest level), Tuvalu is in real danger of being wiped out by the effects of global warming. We can't pretend it's not happening. We can't stick our head in the sand and wait til it goes away. It's happening. We NEED to realise that real action has to start, YESTERDAY.
3.58am Obama has 297. McCain 139. Obama is the new President. I have goosebumps. I'm crying and typing.
Welcome to a new world.
If you're still here... well, it's 3.05am, and projections on CNN are counting Obama with 207 votes, and McCain with 89. Every minute Barack Obama is hitting the high notes, and even when he's not winning the state, he's pretty damn close. It's exciting, it's worrying, it's watching history in the making. I want to watch this election and know that the best man won. I believe, as a British citizen, that Obama is not just the best man for America, but the best man for the world. My dad says that the US doesn't really affect British policy on anything, that's the UN's job. I give anyone who says the same thing two words. Iraq. Afghanistan. Can you honestly say that we would have went to war if America didn't?
In the debates, Barack Obama repeatedly and consistently trounced John McCain in the key issues that affect everyone. Economics. The war. Enviromental issues. Obama isn't perfect, we all know that, but he's the one, I believe, will factor REAL change in America, and therefore the world.
My little brother is in the RAF. I'm very proud of him, but I do not want him in any danger. No matter how skilled he is, how much training he has received, no amount of knowledge will protect him if a bomb goes off. So many innocent people, be them army, RAF, navy, civilians, anyone, have died in the pursuit of nothing. I don't want my little brother to be another statistic. His name is Greig. I call him Groogs. He's not a number. He's my brother.
I'm watching CNN still, and now it's 3.29, and Obama is at 207, and McCain is at 135.
My mum is gay. Not a huge issue here in Scotland anymore, but in America? Small minded bigots want to change THE WORDING OF THE CONSTITUTION so that it reads "man and woman". People, and yes, every gay person IS a human being, would lose the long fought and hard won right to marry who they love, after winning that right for such a small amount of time. How dare some people have the right to choose the way complete strangers lead their life? Why should they care? And why doesn't *the gays* have the right to control *the straights* right to marry? In a nutshell, it's a crock of shit. Anybody think differently, I'm more than happy to listen, and respect your views. But please imagine, just for a second, that what you hold to be true was the minority view, and that people wanted to take your rights away. How does it feel?
I seen something interesting today. You know the web addresses that end in .com or .co.uk? Some end in .net or .org? There's one that most television networks use. It's .tv - and it actually belongs to a very small island nation called Tuvalu. They rent out the suffix to pay for advancements in the islands, like new schools and roads. The sad thing is, being inbetween Austrailia and Hawaii, and only 4.5 metres above sea level (at the highest level), Tuvalu is in real danger of being wiped out by the effects of global warming. We can't pretend it's not happening. We can't stick our head in the sand and wait til it goes away. It's happening. We NEED to realise that real action has to start, YESTERDAY.
3.58am Obama has 297. McCain 139. Obama is the new President. I have goosebumps. I'm crying and typing.
Welcome to a new world.
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Ok ok!
I did it. I pimped out the cafe. Why not? I eventually thought, in this scary economic climate, I need all the custom I can get. If my owning up to where I work gets me one more customer, it'll be worth it. I'm hoping it'll not harm my custom any, though I doubt it would.
So, if you fancy a coffee and a gab, come down to Kavir at 290 Dumbarton Road, Glasgow. We're across from the Partick Library. And we value your custom.
Miz
I realise I haven't done any quotes for a while, so here's a great one,
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
Salvador Dali
I love Dali - don't you?)
So, if you fancy a coffee and a gab, come down to Kavir at 290 Dumbarton Road, Glasgow. We're across from the Partick Library. And we value your custom.
Miz
I realise I haven't done any quotes for a while, so here's a great one,
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
Salvador Dali
I love Dali - don't you?)
Sexy
As you all know, Dita has a new underwear range (out now!) and the website designed exclusively for the range is asking everyone, "What does sexy mean?"
I wrote this,
Sexy is something everyone has but no-one can explain. It transcends language, age, race, gender and creed.
Some may find a neck sexy. Some, a glance. Others could swoon at the sight of a shoe dangling off a ladies foot. It can be a voice, a hand, a laugh.
Sexy is a verb, an adjective, a noun. It’s a feeling, an emotion, an atmosphere.
Candlelight. Music. Lying in water. Tightening a corset. Dancing. Eye contact in a crowed train. Cleavage. A lipstick stain on a wine glass.
But the most important type of sexy is confidence within. Without that, you’ll never respond to the little things in this world that CAN be sexy, even when it’s not.
... So, what does it mean to you?
Miz
I wrote this,
Sexy is something everyone has but no-one can explain. It transcends language, age, race, gender and creed.
Some may find a neck sexy. Some, a glance. Others could swoon at the sight of a shoe dangling off a ladies foot. It can be a voice, a hand, a laugh.
Sexy is a verb, an adjective, a noun. It’s a feeling, an emotion, an atmosphere.
Candlelight. Music. Lying in water. Tightening a corset. Dancing. Eye contact in a crowed train. Cleavage. A lipstick stain on a wine glass.
But the most important type of sexy is confidence within. Without that, you’ll never respond to the little things in this world that CAN be sexy, even when it’s not.
... So, what does it mean to you?
Miz
50 things... because I can
My life can be described as somewhat *twirly* at the moment. I can't really focus on one thing, because even when it feels like I've stopped to take a breath, my world continues to blur around me in sometimes frightening fashion. In the eye of the storm though, I can focus instead, on the small things in my life that make me happy, if for no other reason, than it reminds me my existence is more than this current chaos. More than fifty things make me happy, but I'd be here forever and I'd rather enjoy doing said things than writing about them.
1. Lighting incense and candles for just me. Even playing online poker seems more romantic when there's candles.
2. Cleaning my kitchen, just because.
3. Cycling the distance from my house to Bowling Basin. And back again.
4. Splashing in the puddles. With wellies and a silly waterproof hat.
5. Losing myself in my oversized couch and a duvet, with just my book or my Sky to keep me company.
6. Midnight showers. Not taken necessarily at midnight. I just turn off the light, plug in the bath, let the shower heat up to the most ridiculous heat, light 2 candles (no more!) and lie in the tub with a towel under my head.
7. Waking up in the middle of the night and realising Gof is sleeping next to me. And snuggling back into him.
8. Listening to Julie London while I iron my laundry.
9. Going into work in the morning, switching the coffee machine on, then sit down at the big mirror I insisted my boss buy for the shop, and carefully, leisurely, apply my make-up for the day while I catch up on Brocante Home
10. Dancing in my living room to the cheesiest tacky music I deny owning... I don't. Honest!
11. Going through a whole day without being tempted by the allure of wheat. I'm hopeless at resistance. I failed today. Damn.
12. Hearing my Nephew and niece gab in the background while I talk to my sister. I miss them. Wales sucks.
13. Having a *wow* moment. Just a silly little random moments of no particular significance except it reminds you how bloody lucky you really are.
14. Perez Hilton - sue me. I'm a sucker for gossip and I'm not ashamed. Plus I've been introduced to fab music I would never had heard otherwise.
15. Handwashing my lingerie. How domestic goddess am I? Seeing my lace and stockings hanging over my shower glass gives a thrill. I need a life.
16. Spending 3 hours painting my nails. Because as stated before - I have no life. But absolutely darling nails.
17. Not giving people birthday presents. Thats when they expect it! I give people gifts when I think they need a wee pick-me-up.
18. Charity shops filled with shabby chic goodies.
19. Sitting in the park with my mates, channeling the good ole teenage years with alchopops, weed and juggling stuff.
20. Watching Bettie Page. Never gets old.
21. My friends. My lifeblood.
22. Fresh bedding. Crisp white bedding thats cool to the touch, and warms in with you.
23. Gof. Gof. Gof
24. Silly texts messages.
25. Sad song when I'm happy, happy songs when I'm sad.
26. Knowing my customers order before they say a word. Fiona calling a cappuccino a "Jackie's coffee" because she always forgets what her sister drinks.
27. Rewatching old movies I loved as a child. The Never Ending Story will never end, indeed.
28. Walking around the house in pajamas and high heels.
29. Scarves. Wafer thin vintage colourful scarves I wrap around my hair, or knot to my bag, or tie round my neck.
30. Rearranging my books. Just so I can really see them again.
31. Crying for no good reason. Just letting it go for a good, cleansing weep.
32. Swimming. In the ocean, in the pool, I don't care as long as I can float.
33. Wearing stockings and a sussy belt underneath a pair of ratty looking jeans.
34. The look on Gof's face when he realises I'm wearing said stockings.
35. Postcards from my mum. Just so I know where she lives!
36. The impeccable manners of those characters in Golden Hollywood Era movies. Even when they were being rude to each other, they did it so beautifully.
37. Freshly dyed hair. I hate the inbetween days - thank heavens for head scarves!
38. Seeing an old couple being affectionate. Just gives me the fuzzies, sentimental fool I am.
39. Coffee in the morning... brewed to perfection since I'm a snob.
40. Breathing in the freshly laundered clothes I take off the line.
41. Hearing the "You and Me Song" on my phone since I know that's my Twitch calling me.
42. Seeing morning from the wrong side.
43. Overdressing for any occasion. Underdressing is NEVER an option.
44. Knowing all the words to my favourite songs. Having a new favourite song to learn.
45. Owning the trashiest unicorn I have ever seen. All unicorns are pretty trashy, but this is really trashy.
46. Getting out of Tarfside Oval alive. A pretty big fucking deal if you ask me.
47. Wee Alan demanding special treatment. Always good for a laugh.
48. Getting side-tracked by the most random things... for instance, I've just found a forum dedicated to pictures of Glasgow high rise flats. And I thought I had way too much free time!
49. Gof calling me baby. Only person to get away with it... and I feel all fuzzy when he does. Gah!
50. Knowing that a particular song was written just for me. It's too perfect for it not to be.
...Good night folks....
1. Lighting incense and candles for just me. Even playing online poker seems more romantic when there's candles.
2. Cleaning my kitchen, just because.
3. Cycling the distance from my house to Bowling Basin. And back again.
4. Splashing in the puddles. With wellies and a silly waterproof hat.
5. Losing myself in my oversized couch and a duvet, with just my book or my Sky to keep me company.
6. Midnight showers. Not taken necessarily at midnight. I just turn off the light, plug in the bath, let the shower heat up to the most ridiculous heat, light 2 candles (no more!) and lie in the tub with a towel under my head.
7. Waking up in the middle of the night and realising Gof is sleeping next to me. And snuggling back into him.
8. Listening to Julie London while I iron my laundry.
9. Going into work in the morning, switching the coffee machine on, then sit down at the big mirror I insisted my boss buy for the shop, and carefully, leisurely, apply my make-up for the day while I catch up on Brocante Home
10. Dancing in my living room to the cheesiest tacky music I deny owning... I don't. Honest!
11. Going through a whole day without being tempted by the allure of wheat. I'm hopeless at resistance. I failed today. Damn.
12. Hearing my Nephew and niece gab in the background while I talk to my sister. I miss them. Wales sucks.
13. Having a *wow* moment. Just a silly little random moments of no particular significance except it reminds you how bloody lucky you really are.
14. Perez Hilton - sue me. I'm a sucker for gossip and I'm not ashamed. Plus I've been introduced to fab music I would never had heard otherwise.
15. Handwashing my lingerie. How domestic goddess am I? Seeing my lace and stockings hanging over my shower glass gives a thrill. I need a life.
16. Spending 3 hours painting my nails. Because as stated before - I have no life. But absolutely darling nails.
17. Not giving people birthday presents. Thats when they expect it! I give people gifts when I think they need a wee pick-me-up.
18. Charity shops filled with shabby chic goodies.
19. Sitting in the park with my mates, channeling the good ole teenage years with alchopops, weed and juggling stuff.
20. Watching Bettie Page. Never gets old.
21. My friends. My lifeblood.
22. Fresh bedding. Crisp white bedding thats cool to the touch, and warms in with you.
23. Gof. Gof. Gof
24. Silly texts messages.
25. Sad song when I'm happy, happy songs when I'm sad.
26. Knowing my customers order before they say a word. Fiona calling a cappuccino a "Jackie's coffee" because she always forgets what her sister drinks.
27. Rewatching old movies I loved as a child. The Never Ending Story will never end, indeed.
28. Walking around the house in pajamas and high heels.
29. Scarves. Wafer thin vintage colourful scarves I wrap around my hair, or knot to my bag, or tie round my neck.
30. Rearranging my books. Just so I can really see them again.
31. Crying for no good reason. Just letting it go for a good, cleansing weep.
32. Swimming. In the ocean, in the pool, I don't care as long as I can float.
33. Wearing stockings and a sussy belt underneath a pair of ratty looking jeans.
34. The look on Gof's face when he realises I'm wearing said stockings.
35. Postcards from my mum. Just so I know where she lives!
36. The impeccable manners of those characters in Golden Hollywood Era movies. Even when they were being rude to each other, they did it so beautifully.
37. Freshly dyed hair. I hate the inbetween days - thank heavens for head scarves!
38. Seeing an old couple being affectionate. Just gives me the fuzzies, sentimental fool I am.
39. Coffee in the morning... brewed to perfection since I'm a snob.
40. Breathing in the freshly laundered clothes I take off the line.
41. Hearing the "You and Me Song" on my phone since I know that's my Twitch calling me.
42. Seeing morning from the wrong side.
43. Overdressing for any occasion. Underdressing is NEVER an option.
44. Knowing all the words to my favourite songs. Having a new favourite song to learn.
45. Owning the trashiest unicorn I have ever seen. All unicorns are pretty trashy, but this is really trashy.
46. Getting out of Tarfside Oval alive. A pretty big fucking deal if you ask me.
47. Wee Alan demanding special treatment. Always good for a laugh.
48. Getting side-tracked by the most random things... for instance, I've just found a forum dedicated to pictures of Glasgow high rise flats. And I thought I had way too much free time!
49. Gof calling me baby. Only person to get away with it... and I feel all fuzzy when he does. Gah!
50. Knowing that a particular song was written just for me. It's too perfect for it not to be.
...Good night folks....
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