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Beltaine 5/8/98
My Oak King, Cernunnos, River of desire rising up within,
I reach down into its depth to stroke your vastness,
to test my body and your love.
I am over my head standing on my toes, reaching up to breath the last of my control.
The wave crest pulling me along I cry out in desires throe and I call your name.
My mind moves over our pleasure pulling me down into the darkness of desire, almost never to see the light.
You release me and I swim to the surface to breath in the light and sanity.
My body is tired, my thoughts turn to you again, you call me down into our desire.
My pleasure seems boundless, my desire for you endless as each wave carries me to climax.
My body becomes a aching center for this river of fire.
Warm and lush vast and endless.
I bless the Goddess within, your mate, mother and lover.
Blessed Be
Aurora

WINDSONG
windsong speaks your name, follow in her wakelessness, dreaming of your way. Speak your mind and I hear you say; Be gone darkness, for today I am the light, and my innner beauty will take your sight... away, far away, I can see myself sleeping.. I can be a Goddess, if you squint your eyes, you may catch a glimpse of me... Running fast to be free..... from you and your chains. Then the Phoenix comes and takes me... far away, to follow the windsong once again,... Time lasts so long..... following that dear windsong....... By....RedHawke

Mother's geting tired, the sun is cooling off. She finds her fleece cloak and wraps it round her, for the cold will set in soon. The sun will lay off his assault, and the moon will cool us all. The Mother's laying down her head, it's time to rest at last. The year so far's been grueling, the heat has burdened all. And now's the time to sleep for here now comes friend Fall. As Autumn takes its place, among the forest kind, the leaves shed their colors, and the green goes to sleep, the ground withholds it's own. RedHawke

The Wiccan-Shaman-Druid Song Sung to the tune of "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy" ________________________________________________
I'm a Wiccan-Shaman-Druid, I am new age through and through. Decked in crystals from my head to toe, With feathers and pyramids, too. My spirit-guide is from Atlantis He's a Zen-Aztec guru. Come and spend the weekend with us, For two thousand dollars You'll be a Wiccan-Shaman too.

I'm an Elvis-Loki-Viking. I channel Ashley Montague. In a former life I was a gypsy clerk, Bull fighter, and troubadour, too. I know five Illuminati, They're a strange and motley crew. There's a priest from ancient China, He lives in my basement. He is an Elvis-Viking too.

My coven is part Rosicrucian, Mixed with some Theosophy. Add in some stuff from the Golden Dawn, `Cause Crowley's just all right with me I've got twelve initiations, I've seen all there is too see. And watch out for those strange Co-Mason-Santaria-Druids, They'll cement your chickens to a tree.

I've got a pipe ceremony, Adapted from the O.T.O. I use a sweatlodge for my Beltane rites, The Maypole is just there for show. I have got a glass athame, With batteries to make it glow. It's just great for calling quarters In my new tradition:
The Lynn Andrews-Buckland-Starhawk Grove.

RECOGNITION ___________
We have stood before the Ancient Ones, you and I Only then you wore a different face, and so did I We made magick together under their eyes. We searched for knowledge, trying to be wise. So far have we traveled along our way. But this I can now once more say. You are my dear sister from days of old. And we can mack our magick once more unfold.

How to tell if your a Redneck Pagan ___________________________________
You might be a Redneck Pagan if...... Your anointing oil is 10w30(STP Preferred). If your ceremonial garb has Hank Willams Jr. anywhere on it. If your libation dish is your spit cup. If your wand doubles as a tire gauge. If your cauldren doubles as an oil pan. If your athame` says Buck or Swiss Army on the side. If you chalice is a mason jar, you might be a Redneck Pagan. If you keep your alter from leaning with a phone book. If you crystal ball snows inside. If your ritual wine is Boons or Jack Daniels. If your Handfasting begain with, " Are you related by blood" You might be a Redneck Pagan. If you maypole has a box on the side that says AT&T. If your ritual flute is Grad ma s whiskey jug. If casting your circle means you have to step over a cow patty. If your scying mirror says on it, "IMAGES ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR" You might be a Redneck Pagan If instead of,"So Mote It Be" it's, "Damn Right". If you symble for earth in the north quarter is an old engine block. If the image of the goddess is Mrs. Butterworth And last but not least, If after you and your high priestess finnished the Great Rite, she look up at you with her big brown eyes and let ot a gratifying "Bhahahahahahahaha"
More Redneck pagan to come.

SIGNS THAT U MIGHT BE A TECHNOPAGAN..... If casting the circle changes an (int) to a (float) ... If drawing down a circle is a POST (power on self test) ... If erecting the temple entails formatting more than 4 disks ... If passing the cakes and ale entails using a /me command ... If the address of your covenstead begins with http:// ... If you calculate the phases of the moon with Windows '95 ... If you call the Watch Towers on your cell-tell ... If you do cord magick with ethernet ... If you do most of your correspondence by email and sign off with Blessed Be ... If you don't call it a ritual, you call it a Macro ... If you draw down the moon using a light-pen ... If you end a circle with Ctl-Alt-Del ... If you have ever attached ribbons to a May Pole using a staple gun ... If you invite the God and Goddess to come online ... If you keep a Disk of Shadows (with encrypted backups) ... If you participate in online rituals more than you do FTF ... If you refer to deities using 3-letter acronyms (ODN, LKI, THR) ... If you refer to eclectic ritual as cross-platforming ... If you refer to solitary practice as a stand alone ... If you ritually down your server for Samhain ... If you tap into the collective unconscious using Netscape ... If your Beltane ritual includes more than one news group ... If your Book of Shadows has a 6-digit version number ... If your OBE's begin with a netsplit ... If your Star Trek screen-saver signals when your meditation period is over ... If your Yule ritual involves defragmentation ... If your altar cloth is a mouse pad ... If your altar has a keyboard ... If your athame has a SCSI interface ... If your candles have batteries ... If your cauldron is a crock-pot ... If your chimes are electronic ... If your circle is a token ring ... If your cone of power has a surge suppressor ... If your coven is spread over a 12,000 sq. mi. area ... If your crystal ball has a horizontal-hold control ... If your daemons collect news for you ... If your deities include Murphy and Gates ... If your drumming is done on a CD player (pre-recorded) ... If your familiar is a computer mouse ... If your herbs are always mail-ordered (express, overnight) ... If your idea of a great retreat has a Computer City, electricity, and a TV nearby ... If your incense is by Glade ... If your magic wand is a light pen ... If your magical name, email address, and online name are all the same ... If your magical writing is done in binary code or C++ ... If your patron deity has a homepage ... If your pentacle is made of computer chips ... If your ritual robes conceal a pocket protector ... If your search for truth involves regular expressions ... If your tarot cards multi-task ... If your technician complains about the wax and incense ash on your motherboard ... If, instead of asking what tradition someone comes from, you ask what operating system they run ... And finally, if, when your quarter candles burn out, the UPS backup system kicks in ... ... well, you just might be a TechnoPagan!

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