Month: April 2005

I succeeded in getting sun today. No colour, but I got sun. A whole hour’s worth and no pink or pink/red. *yay* My Scotsman and I are planning on going out for Indian than over to the theater for Sin City, we’ll see.

I’ve managed to maintain high days for almost 2 weeks, with only a slight dip. I’m quite happy about that. Found out my nieces are going to be Christened in June, so I somehow need to work my way back to Texas for the ceremony, maybe a weekend trip or something. Planning the Ozzfest trip for July, figure a week there, and then 2 weeks in Italy sometime after May. *happynakedlaradance*

And infopocalypse has returned to the cellar to work on my site, so far it’s looking pretty spiffy. *bounce bounce*

In other news, a netacquaintance of mine pointed out that he never would have figured the person writing my spiritblog and the person writing this journal are one in the same. Well, there’s a reason for it. This is my general bitching journal about the things I do on a day-to-day basis. Occassionally, I cross-post, but not often. I do a lot of meditative work, and it doesn’t always come out so nice and clear as a 100pg graduation thesis. I like to call them energetic thoughts, the things that words don’t always accurately describe. Like when I merged with that person in one of my conference sessions. How does one explain the internal rush and freedom in a manner that’s not flighty? How does one fully explain the feelings experienced when you look at your bf/gf and realize that you love this person, or even the night you fell in-love and the ensuing expression?

Seriously, I understand that I have this “punk” aire about my usual rants and raves. That’s most of the outside, daily existence that everyone sees. But I am an extremely passionate person about my dreams, my experiences and my inner workings, and sometimes I need to let those be seen. Not because they’re of some benefit to someone, because I really don’t know, but because I need people to see that part of me and know that it exists. I’ve spent years shutting myself behind a hard-core “I can’t be touched” bitch exterior that I’m starting to choke. And if coming out as a spiritual entity is a means of cracking that shell, then so be it. It’s what I have to do to accomplish my goals.

If I can find any info on it, I’ll post it.

But press release from the military-

A CBS cameraman was injured just outside of Mosul, as he stood next to a man with an AK-47 who was a military target. After being treated at a local hospital, and preparing for release, his camera was checked and footage that indicated he was planted in that location, or at least had information, for a pending insurgent attack on US soldiers. He is currently being held, and investigated, by the US military.

Edit Freelance cameraman…links below:

BBC

Reporters Sans Borders

CBS

Scorpio for this week:

Inmates at a penitentiary in Washington have created The Convict Cookbook. Normal prison fare gets pretty boring, so they’ve improvised recipes that can be cooked in a jail cell using radiator pipes instead of a stove and plastic bags in place of bowls. Proceeds from the book’s sale go to a children’s museum. Judging from your temporary astrological omens, Scorpio, I think The Convict Cookbook could serve as an inspiration. While you’re in nowhere near as tight a spot as those criminals, your style has definitely been getting cramped lately. Why not have fun while you’re indisposed? Maybe you can even turn a profit and contribute to a good cause as you do.

FreeWill Astrology

Odd. That’s all I can say. My interpretive mind cannot come up with anything relevant to this, at all.

In other news, my other knee has decided it hurts too. Gonna take some anti-inflammatories then some lighter weights at the gym and see how that goes. Not sure why they’re acting up, but definitely going to have to give my Therapist a ring, as my shoulder is killing me now, too. God, I feel like I’m 70 this week.

Oh yeah, my Scotsman got a shot of my shaved head last night, because I’ve never seen my birth mark, either. So I’ll post it later after I edit it so it shows up (the lighting drown it out a bit). It’s actually pretty damned cool looking. Tempted to have my tattoo artist outline it, instead of covering it up with the ink that I wanted.

I have shiney para boots. Now for a skull to dirty them with….

In other news, talked with the whipping boy yesterday, much coolness as we seem to have a good bit in common, besides thinking the other is absolutely hot. I am almost done with my park bench, needs a couple more coats of stain before I can put it together in its place of glory.

If it’s nice out this weekend, might actually park my butt outside on the porch and see if I can get a little colour to my skin.

Cheers!

I am a knowledge-keeper, walker of the veil. I see many things that others do not, and hear many things that only the deaf distinguish.

I was born in a veil, the in-between time of Samhuinn. I was brought by the crane, who’s mark remains on my neck.

I commune with the realms that exist outside outside of my own. I walk freely between them, learning my lessons. I exist out of time and place, choosing to exist only in the moment.

My responsibility is greater than my own self. My opinions of no importance. Reverting, instead to what is best for the greater world and the rest of the connected conscious.

I am a bringer of change. A warrior of old, a healer of now.

(x-posted to my spiritblog)

One thing I’m noticing, I’m spending an inordinate amount of time flitting between realms. It’s quite nice, and peaceful – for right now.

There are several things that lead me to this point, besides those already mentioned in a previous journal entry (though I think it’s on the spiritual journal, and not here. One of the things that I failed to mention was my birth. Not anything spectacular, other than the fact my mum can’t remember what time I was born, except the date. My birth date falls within the time period during the Celtic year, called the in-between time. Usually starts at Samhain and goes till the next moon. I’ve been tossing that fact around in my head quite a bit, especially given my birth mark and what it symbolizes. Today I sat down and outlines some of the responsibilities that this status requires of me, and I’ll be formalizing them more and more as I go along. The most important thing is to figure out and implement the lifestyle changes that it will entail. They’re slowly becoming clear, will probably have to visit an Elder, shortly, to do some clearing. But that needs to be done anyway, several months late on that.

Now, on to bed.

P.S.- I miss my Zoomie.