She's Here, they found her, its about to begin...

How kind of you to express your feelings about me Shrike,it seems I have gotten your attention & oh by the way...you are the one who is not worthy shrike as you have proven it to be so without my help. Every word you speak tells us more about what you are & what is in the motive of your heart.Before you were just an AC & now you are just as you were before...A role player,,,phishing for me!

Yah come to the 13 thread, WE will not run from you there either.

Martin en`eng`ko

This thread does take some wading through. Especially the 200s.

HP ... Hire Purchase?

Never never?

This was nice on Page 278 ...

Part of the hymn to Pan.

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Sheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)

There are gems.

The Calling - Wherever You Will Go

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I found this poem awhile ago...was supposed to post it in here but I forgot...now is a good time as any I guess lol but it brings me to the question who are you? Do you know? Can you put it into words? Me...just a nobody...Emily Dickinson says it all...

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

What kind of paperwork have you got done here, Blue Skies?

Page 308.

Glad you liked it.. Here is the other half to the poem by, Aleister Crowley.



Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end.
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !



There was a time when I had this all memorized and was on tour with a group of girls working in the Peloponnese(Pan land)

Anyhow, One of the girls had a temper tantrum. I stormed out of the flat and went out in to an orchard and recited this poem.
Went back into the flat. About 30ish min later there was some loud sounds out side our windows, kind of like firecrackers.
Then all of us heard something walking around the balcony. We were on the top floor about 4 stories up and no one around. (somewhat of an isolated property)
Needless to say, We were all scared shitless.
I jumped up and stormed the door open with broom in hand, Noting there?

We all looked around the sides of the balcony and not one trace of anyone.

It then dawned on me, That of what I had done in the orchard.

From the night on, I always refer to Pan as this.

Pan, Pan the cap gun man..lol..

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how on earth can a thread this dumb go on this far? Sheesh
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Thanks for the poem. Alastair Crowley's cloak inspired me to paint eggs. It was blue velvet with stars and lillies.

I think I get the gist of this thread. She is everything from Isis to the White Buffalo woman to the Dalai lama. Tough job.

Anybody got any good diets?

'Flower to they rod'. Steamy. He did push the limits.

I'm going back to calorie counting.

*Thy

Pan ... God of Love wasn't he?

He's a perv.

Crowley was a satanist, well known as a satanist.. why would you think he was cool?

Warning. The only one who is really stupid is U.

Jesus also pushed the limits.

Crowley pushed the limits of his own society.

There is a similarity.

They were both interested in the end of the world.

Crowley was related to Bush I think who gave way to Obama.

So did Hitler. There's a direct influence.

If I remember, that was the day I tore apart my desk, re-filed and threw a bunch of stuff out. Went through my computer and deleted and reorganized. Also burned some pics to CD. I still need to organize my bookmarks better.
So just personal stuff.

she is real and she just typed this right now lol

and this is what she's thinking







long road...

I wouldn't want Crowley to kiss my hand. He had his canine teeth sharpened so he could sink his teeth in.

Hitler didn't manage to end the world but Obama might.

Crowley - Barbera Bush - Bush Jr - Obama.

People on dial up can't see those vids.

No idea what you are talking about there.

Obviously she is thinking about a Big Black Hole.

Maybe she likes Rothko.

yes I do like rothko, and I didn't know rothko liked erykah badu , he was ahead of his time and you are very perceptive!

the big black hole is erykah badu- didnt cha know
Erykah is starring at us with a beetle blended in with her face, shes singing- didn't cha know


im lost and rethinking my next move

no need to rule the world, yes to learn about everything in the world, I know I can't

I think this has more of a rothkoesque vibe? or are you still getting the void?

this one is thanking vision vision toro y moi

This thread is in the twilight zone right now lol

Ummmm. No, He was a very creative Magician.

Some of his methods may not have been to my taste but he put out lots of original/inspiring works.
Like it or not, The man was a genius and bat shit crazy too.

I used to be able to see what the videos were but now I just get a black void. I can't even quote now and the screen freezes up most of the time.

I'm more into Kandinsky at the moment than Rothko. I'll look into Eryka Badu. Thanks for the tip.

You can say the same about any of us, lol. We're all mad here in our own special way. That being said, his methods are not my own... I don't practice magic, I am magic :) We all are. Know thyself. Part of that is blending all that's light and dark within yourself. Making peace amid the duality, seeing the best of the dark, the worst of the light and making choices that fit your inner truth... and avoid judging others for their truth.