Gas Lighting

"Gaslighting is a tactic in which a person or entity, in order to gain more power, makes a victim question their reality.  [...]"       Image source. Gas lighting is a psychological technique used to try and convince a person they have either done, or said something they have not done. Example: "..you edited my comments [...]

Pagans Against Plagiarism; a potted history.

International gathering of pagan authors, artists and supporting members dedicated to stamping out copyright theft and plagiarism within the Pagan community at large, through education and frank discussion. In this note, I shall be writing about the founding of this group, the history of how the founding members came together, it’s aims and achievements. I [...]

Re-blogged from Camelia Elias ~ (thank you) ~ read like the Devil!

https://www.youtube.com/embed/5nLn-Uqyd7w?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent Yesterday I posted a 4-minute video on YouTube containing a 3-point instruction. ‘This can apply to so many more things,’ a student said… … so I give it to you here also in written, transcript form, as it may inspire beyond the scope of what I had in mind: To talk about the importance [...]

The man who wasn’t there.

In awe, with out looking I saw him there, before me, Sun blazing at it's Zenith as a halo around his hooded form, hands held out beside him... dripping... (Thus he came to me, silent, waiting.) With out looking I saw the blood dripping, dark, rich red, dripping from the wounds in those hands, dripping [...]

A Thousand Screaming Spirits…

Newly revised and edited, I have added a poem by Tim Miller (with permission thank you Tim 🙂 ) – do chase down his sites via the links given; I highly recommend his works – he captures the essence of the Cuween perfectly.

Cymraes's Corner

Cuween Chambered Cairn

by Tim Miller.

 
I should go on my hands and knees to you,
you farmers from five thousand years ago.
Even though your skulls are no longer here
or the small skulls of your two dozen dogs,
in retrospect I realize how wise
I was, dipping in and out of your dark
—the familiar main chamber and three rooms—
to never pause in all my picture-taking
to never stop and extinguish the light
to have found you at the end of the day,
so that we were tired and a bit rushed.
Something like the terror at what went on here
would have overwhelmed me in the moment,
the seriousness of generations
which I only became aware of later:
like an ancient fireplace still smudged with smoke,
our shoulders were soiled from the gloom on your hands.

Off the northern edge of the Scottish coast, lies…

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