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Time again for the full Moon. As always, to celebrate, here is a video to ponder over. There is no sound. Have a great full moon everyone.

Things That Matter

In a recent class our teacher did a small questionnaire, polling the students to understand who they are as individuals. A simple exercise ended up spawning a great amount of discussion.

One of these questions had a great impact on me was the question “What is your most important possession?” It was very predictable that a lot of people said their cellphone. One girl chimed in with her wardrobe and a few changed their minds with her. One girl even argued that her hair straitener was important to her. I honestly wasn’t surprised by the amount of shallowness they showed though out the entire exercise (needless to say i don’t like the rest of my class mates). My head was reeling as I am very much out of my element in this class but more importantly the teacher was shocked.

Our teacher then went into a story about herself. A year ago a fire started in her basement in the middle of the night. Her dogs rushed in and climbed on the bed and she had to shake her husband awake in the smokey darkness. As the fire spread her first reaction in the sleepy panicked haze was to grab her family album of irreplaceable photos of past generations and children. In the moment that was the important thing.

This set the room into quiet thought that sadly didn’t last long. One girl fought to justify their cellphone response, saying that should would grab her phone any ways as it was by her bed and she could call 911. As the room explored in voices I sat quietly in the back, garbed my iPod and began typing this account.

My answer? It never changed. My most precious thing to me is my laptop. Not because the technology is something i cherish but because of what it contains. It has the only current copies of all my writings including a novel now over 10 years in the making (and many other unfinished novels) It contains photographs of memories, my video portfolio, and the art I have done. It even my book of shadows and all the research I have taken since I began on my journey into Paganism. That hard drive and everything on it holds a great value to me. It is me. It is my life… That reminds me, I need to back up a few files.

So my question for you, any and all readers out there…

As an exercise of putting the things in your life in priority, what do you hold dear as humans and as pagans? In the fire scenario would you save your goddess statuary on your alter? Book of Shadows? What is the one that and you hold dear everyday? Your favorite deck of tarot cards or bag of runes? Would it be photographs?

(Animals and family are a given. I hope everyone would try to save them from a fire if they can. Yet for the sake of the question, This is material objects only)

The Rake

In late 2005, The Rake formed in a thread in the /b/ board of 4chan. “hey /b/ lets make a new monster” An Anonymous poster stated. The thread looded with ideas that later shaped and became the Rake.

In July 2006, blog post by Something Awful user Brian Somerville gave an account of the Rake that would serve as the background of the Rake. The story includes several accounts of the creature, some historical and one very moving story of a wife fearing for her life after the rake took her child and husband. All other reference of the rake would forever be based in this piece of internet literature.

The rake is described as a naked man, or large hairless dog of some sort that crawls around on all fores and moves in an unnatural way, as if it had been hit by a car or something. It tends to whisper to it’s victims, possible with a form of telepathy. Sometime depicted as a mindless violent beast, other times it seems to be more calculating as it tortures its victims by it’s presence.

I’ll let the sorce material speak for it’s self. Here is MrCreepyPasta’s retelling of the Rake

The rake has made apearances in EverymanHybrid, a fiction web series in the episode “Cops checked no body” “-.-.” and “Jim Thorpe” The rake has racked up a respectable body count.

 

Now where the entire things takes a turn for the strange.

This image showed up on the news and sent in anonymously. Some claim it to be a photoshop hoax, some say it looks like something from the game resistance 3. Though a google search i can see there are a few eyes missing for that to be the case. Maybe the internet got it right and Rake is really out there? Most likely though just a really good Trollololol. Anyway, it’s a good entry into Internet Mythology.

Sweet dreams tonight.

-Kaida

 

Halloween/Samhain has always been my favorite time of the year. I’ve always been a fan of scary stories and movies. So for the month of October I will be embarking on a series of blog posts I call “Internet Mythology” in which I will showcase form on the web’s most interesting boogieman.  Today I start off with Jeff the Killer.

Though I think most of the source material of the origin of Jeff the Killer is a poorly written piece of teenager fiction, I must say that the face of Jeff into Internet mythology.

The image of a man with large shadowed eyes and wide smiling mouth is most often accompanied by the words “Go to Sleep” Though the words are a reference out of his origin story, I always equate this to a long night of browsing the internet to stumble on this image and two thought come to mind. One is that it’s late and i should go to bed, but some where in the back of my mind the second thought says that is just what this smiling face wants me to do.

Jeffs back story and appearance may have been inspired by the Joker of the Batman comic books according to TVtropes.com.  A chemical alteration caused his face to be bleached white with his own hideous reflection breaking his sanity. Though Self inflicted, his mouth is carved open into what is called a “Glasgow Grin”.  The back story of the Joker is never completely spelled out and in many ways left a mystery; as the Comic book villain would say, “If your going to have a past, It might as well be multiple choice.”

Enjoy a some wonderful reading of the first Jeff the Killer story from my favorite Youtube ‘Pasta reader MrCreepypasta. You don’t have to look at the image if you don’t really want to but his voice makes the bad writing  bearable. Even with the plot holes…

TVTropes.com

Knowyourmeme.com

Creepypasta Wiki

October = Samhain

So as you know, October marks so many things I love. First of all, my birthday is on the way, Fall comes into swing and Samhain is coming! I know you don’t need reminding from me about any of this as i’m sure many of you are already looking forward to the day.

My first day of work will come today (by the time this is posted, I will be there) and i hope that this blog can get into full swing.

Upcoming is my “Internet Mythology” series where I will delve into some of the “boogie-men of the internet”. Though not truly a pagan series I think it could be a fun bit of posts for the season.

That’s already i need to say….

Now with all that being said, how many of us as starting out solitaries were unsure of how to pronounce Samhain? It took a song about the holiday season for it to get in my head that i was an idiot. good thing i was solitary or that could have been really really embarrassing. Actually i can apply this story to every other Sabbat other then Yule and Beltane….

Anyway, Trial and error.

The one thing that has strained my relationship with my mother is something she doesn’t even know about. I think that’s sort of unfair. For the past three years I’ve found it hard to call or text my mother now that I live out of state and it’s not because of the distance. I finally dedicated myself to a faith system that I fulfills me and makes me happy. Sadly, if I ever let it slip to my mother, it could very easily bring down my entire life.

Last week, I spend some time with my mother at home. We talked about my life and some of my friends I talked about and she relished that she couldn’t place where I met them. Other friends I could tell her “oh I met them in class,” or “They’re my roommate’s friend.” While talking about my friends (coven member) I spent most of the time, side stepping the subject of ages. “Right, mom, remember when I told you I played Dungeons and Dragons (not a lie)? I met friends online and we get together every so often to play (the lie).”

My mother’s knowledge of paganism is limited yet she knows enough to catch me in a lie. A friend recently moved out (a fellow coven member – she knows who she is if she’s reading) who had a bundle of sage that managed to make it out on the kitchen counter blending in with a pile of junk mail. My mother comes in and picks it up and remarks about it and about cleansing rituals and such. I feigned ignorance, blamed it on the room mate, said she thought it would be a good idea to do that as she knows of the practice from her Native American heritage but never really got around to it. It was all a lie/truth combo that i thought worked out rather well.  Mother continued to talk about it saying it was a good idea but also mentioning that burning sage was something in Wicca and (here I’m paraphrasing) “that they pray to some sort of goddess of light but it’s all pointless because anyone praying to anything other than the one true God and Jesus was just shouting into the wind. Also stupid.”

I changed the subject very easily and gave her a big hug as she left for the car. It all felt so empty. I said goodbye and as she pulled away, my heart hurt.

For years, I’ve been dreaming of telling her in a way that would not hurt our relationship. I even had nightmares about being outted by misplaced books or other untrustworthy people letting something slip. Once, I even had a nightmare of being in what I can only describe as a Salem witch trial (in full period dress) and my mom standing beside, innocent but would die alongside me. I woke up feeling horrible thinking about how I could never tell her these things.

The closest thing I will ever get is that I took her to the same restaurant where I met with my coven every week just of a different day. I’ve done it twice now and, in its own way, it really is a rush.

-Kaida

Kaida Here.

So I’m back. It’s been an insane couple of months. My life fell apart for a while due to work : some unfair treatment that almost got the U.S. Department of Labor involved. Long horrible story so don’t ask. I’m job hunting again  I’ve been wanting to bet back to this blog for some time to make some changes, write some posts and become a functioning member of the online pagan community. Be sure to check back in the next few weeks for new blog posts. I hope to have everything running smoothly in October with some new, fun and helpful topics.

I am also looking to see if there happens to be anyone out there that would like to contribute of Internet Witch with blog articles or just want to be “Sister sites” where we exchange links. It may be a fun.

Working out the kinks in my plan.

-Kaida

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