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Griffin’s Passing
Griffin - My faithful familiar
On September 26, 2009 my 13-year-old familiar and faithful kitty Griffin passed away.
In July of 2008 he has something akin to a stroke and was all wobbly for about a week. He had stabilized by the time I took him to the vet a few days later, but inside I knew that I was living with him on borrowed time.
MardiGriffin
I got Griffin as a spindly-legged Louisiana Swamp Cat. I was living in New Orleans in 1996 and was thinking about getting a kitty. I was actually talking to a friend aobut this when outside the window of Kaldi’s Coffee House on Decatur in the French Quarter I see this wispy little orange ring-tail sauntering past a window. Since the window was about five feet off the sidewalk I ran out to see what it was doing. Outside were some gutter-punks spanging on the corner and I asked if that was their kitty and could I hold it.
They told me that some friends came through town with him and left him there and that there were trying to find a home for the little guy. I told them not to worry that I’d take him. So Griffin rode down Esplanade with me, riding inside my scooter helmet and covered in fleas.
In those first days he got no fewer than five flea baths with different products, but every time I dunked him in a bucket of dip all the fleas would just climb up to his head. So dense were his fleas that they literally would fall off his head into the water because they had no more real-estate left up top.
And so, on day five we went to the vet and invested a couple of hundred bucks in a brand-new flea medication called “Front-line” and “Advantage”. It was the first time I had ever a significant chunk of my own money in taking care of an animal. And with that, the fleas died, his shots were up to date, he was registered to me on his rabies tag and I had my first baby!
It was just him and me for the first two years and he moved with me from NOLA to Colorado, where I followed a guy. That relationship quickly deteriorated and I moved back to Ohio, with Griffin to recollect during the summer. I learned I left Colorado with more than myself and Griffin when I learned in July that I was pregnant. Griffin and I had many deep conversations on the back patio and I decided that I was going to undertake the responsibility of being a single mom. As I bought baby stuff, Griffin thought I was buying him elaborate cat toys.
Griffin in his ExerSaucer
He was a great friend.
Mia luvs up Griffin (who is tolerating her shenannigans)
He was a good brother to Mia.
Griffin and Baby Mia
Griffin asleep in Bed
Felize, Griffin and Lucifer
Griffin and Lucifer eat the Catnip at TimberTop's patio
Griffin & Ojo - 2004
His last days:
Getting older
Griffin has left the building
Griffin has left the building - September, 26, 2009
Griffin Memorial
Griffin Memorial
I have collected some of my Griffin photos into a set over on Flick’r: You can view them here
“Lion & Serpent” digital archives
The editor of Lion & Serpent sent out the following message concerning the new issues available online, as well a s the new sponsorship program:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Sekhet-Maat Lodge has now released more than ten years of Lion & Serpent’s digital archive for free. We have coordinated our resources to enable distribution of even the most recent issues immediately. Our intention is to make this a practice with future issues, as well, publishing both the print and PDF formats simultaneously. We are also offering a new way to support the journal. Many people from all over the world have chosen to support our work with a subscription to the print edition of L&S. It is our hope that the high quality printed artwork and collectibility of the paper version will continue to attract new and renewing subscribers. In addition to this, we are now making possible sponsorship opportunities for individuals, organizations, businesses, families, etc. You can sponsor one year of Lion & Serpent publication for as little as $10. Come view the details of this new program at our journal’s website: http://sekhetmaat.com/Journal Love is the law, love under will.
all your thoughts belong to us
Chimera
This has been my life…
At times… I have been the dude on the sofa (circa 1986 -1992), Gen at the door (1992 – 1996) and the dude in the tie (2004 – current).
So I found this incredibly funny…and appropriate. Okay. I’m off to deal with LOA and the Cup of Babalon. Fun fun. Nothing like doing the 18 – Keys bunked cozily up agings LIL2TEX then boomerang it around and do TEX2LIL.
Whoo whee. Yeah. I’m completely aware I sound like a nut-job right now. You would too if you tried this crazy shite! And NOW….the movie.
Raistlin
Raistlin
From MageJournal: 121408:2227
Stupid possessor spirits using me as their vehicle:
ASAM – NATU – RA
“Exiled prince be not confused, there is a mindful king. He has forgotten the face of his father. It is undone.”
MageJournal post from August 27, 2009 (repost)
Entry from MageJournal from August 27, 2008:
Found the middle path through obstacles of dream, filling out and filling in when nothings as it seems. The lessons learned list on from the tails of orange tabbed kitties. Undoing scars from reasons past. You know that’s never pretty. I offer you my tin can hand. And my shrapnel place. You offer me your one last hope, your one last search for grace. Upon the heaping piles of rot in this charnel ground. We make our stand and take my hand with damage all around. Suited up in chaos, knowing nothings as it seems. We slide ourselves together in the places in between. Where we might craft ourselves a dream. A small, unfettered dream.
I have a confession…
I have a HUGE and rather embarrassing crush on Severus Snape, and no Mr. Rickman, it’s not just the voice. It’s the most potent potion master, wizard excellente, and his dark, mottled persona that cloaks his heart of gold.
(maybe I just told you too much about myself…never mind. I take it all back! 
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New AGAPE published
http://lib.oto-usa.org/agape/agape.10.2-3.pdf
Agapé is the newsletter of the U.S. Grand Lodge of Ordo Templi Orientis, distributed free of charge to all initiates. They offer here current and back issues of Agapé in PDF format.
First Truth of the LHP
Read up on my New Years Resolution (but you’ll have to register for my site!!! Yes, I know, a shameless plug!)
The First Truth of the Left-Hand Path:
Individual Happiness is achieved by Individual Action
Liber os Abysmi vel Daath | CDLXXIV v.22
“and in his great weakness it may be a while that the New Will and Aspiration are not puissent. Yet being undisturbed by those dead weeds of doubt and reason which he hath uprooted, that grow imperceptibly and easily like and unwanted flower.”
Moon Phases 2009
The Navy seems to keep pretty good tabs on these. I’ll refer you over there:
http://aa.usno.navy.mil/cgi-bin/aa_moonphases.pl?year=2009&ZZZ=END
2009 Phases of the Moon
The Icarus Moment
"Icarus" by Matisse
The Icarus Moment is something that I’ve thought about for a decade now. It is that moment, when one tries to fly too close to the sun, for too long…that one’s wings melt, and they plunge into the oceanic abyss. Sometimes this is a mortal event, one that terminates the life and rescinds the promise of existence. For others, like myself, it merely rends the wings from our souls and renders us mortal, for ever after, with only the memory of flying.
For a disclaimer:
I am not trained in psychology, nor sociology, nor any endeavour of academic pursuit. I am no expert or professional, unless embracing this chance to be human counts me as a professional one with a degree of mortality. I am just a girl, a woman, who thinks and feels and is frightened. A woman who walks across the rickety bridge even though she’s not confident that it will hold her. I am a woman who loves more strongly than wisely and who plots her course with the heart and only the whispering nagging of the brain. I’m a woman who has endured e v e r y t h i n g…and nothing and because of that I AM.
Are you? more))
May all your holidays be blessed!!! By whom?
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What happens on a snow day…
Last Friday, December 19th, my nine-year-old daughter’s school reported a snow day. Cool for her, because she gets an extra day of winter vacation. Not-so-cool for me…because I still have to go to work. My beau, P, told me that since he had the day off, that he could stay at my place and watch her so she didn’t have to go to the hideous child-care center all day.
Very cool. That means video games, home cooked food and general rest and relaxation, right!!!
He asks if there is anything around the house that needs done and I tell him that a load of laundry through the wash might be nice.
During the day I send TXT messages and call every now and again, just to make sure all is progressing smoothly. The end of the year is a very busy time in my line of work and I had meetings pretty much clogging up most of the day.
But the “Phone-of-Doom” keeps me pretty connected. It can receive and send not only phone calls, but TXT, MMS, email from various accounts and alien signals. Going into a 2 hour and 30 minute meeting I TXT a status call to P:
“Everything still going smoothly”
About half-way through a very tense meeting, where coffee-cups are being slammed onto tabletops in frustration and eyebrows are flying and eyes are rolling I get a little buzz on my phone. It whispers to me “MMS message from P” I say “View” and this picture comes up: 
I can see it’s one of my “Shadowpeople” wall sculptures…but why is it curvy? I text back “What is that?”
I’m informed that they are dressing up my Shadowpeople…my dark guardians from the abyss and Hell realms, in my underwear.
Needless to say…the dark guardians were not amused. But it waspretty funny. Reminds me of when someone told me about Lon Milo Duquette evoking the Goetic spirits into Pokemon form. Little cartoon character versions of the Solomonic demons. Nice…but make sure you never mispronounce or stutter that true name. I’m sure that payback would be, most certainly, a bi-a-tch!
Happy Solstice and Yule and all that!
Leaping off cliffs
Trying to stage out my feelings. Balance of the heart and of the head. Fleshing out the inconsistencies. I know what I feel, and I know what I know. But I know very little else. My heart is much more inexperienced than my body…or mind…or soul. It is a child who dreams of knights in shining armor to take us away to faraway castles on horseback through mountains of untold splendor.
The brain says “bull-shite!!!”
The soul tries to balance, and I wish for a time, a space of in-between days to test the ability to mesh with the pragmatic truth.
But instead I have to be the Fool; leaping off cliffs into the unknown abyss. I’ve succeeded in this before, but only in my reality. now, with you, your cats, your computers, your virtual adept mind, can I manipulate the meta-verse with those odds?
Will you help me?
Or do I have to do it alone?