Today is my birthday!

Today is my birthday,Yes I am a Capricorn, with a Scorpio moon and a Sagittarius sun & Pisces node. I am the third generation to be born with  a veil over my head. Wise tales say its good luck in midevil times they said it would keep evils away. Also that the person that had been born like this would save people from drowning. They also have a second sight!

My family’s heritiage is that of medicine women in native american tribes, celtic witches to egyptian people. The only reason I speak of this is because if all my crazy different ancestors didn’t meet each other and procreated for millions of years I wouln’t be here. The band the streets have this song and it always makes me feel so alive…

“For billions of years since the onset of time
Every single one of your ansestors survived
Every single person on your mum and dads side
Successfully looked after and passed onto you life
What are the chances of that like
It comes to me once in a while
And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile..”

-The Streets “On the Edge Of a Cliff”

Just think about that when ever your lost and you need help getting back on track because it would not be something so special to just ignore. Spirit has bigger plans for you!

Blessed be and listen to the song its awesome!

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Golden Rule

People are often
unreasonable and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,
people may accuse you of ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.

If you are honest,
people will cheat you.
Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness,
people may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,
may be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough.
Give your best anyway.

For you see, in the end
it is between you and your God and Goddess.
It never was between you and them anyway.

Blessed Be!

 

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope everyone is enjoying thanks giving! Remember to be thankful for the things you have and enjoy them! treasure them! Love everything  good in your life and do something good for another today in hopes that the person you do good for will pass on one good deed as you did!

Blessed be and be safe!

Crossing the Bar

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,
   But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
      Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
      Turns again home.
   Twilight and evening bell,
      And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
      When I embark;
   For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
      The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
      When I have cross the bar.

The speaker heralds the setting of the sun and the rise of the evening star, and hears that he is being called. He hopes that the ocean will not make the mournful sound of waves beating against a sand bar when he sets out to sea. Rather, he wishes for a tide that is so full that it cannot contain sound or foam and therefore seems asleep when all that has been carried from the boundless depths of the ocean returns back out to the depths.

The speaker announces the close of the day and the evening bell, which will be followed by darkness. He hopes that no one will cry when he departs, because although he may be carried beyond the limits of time and space as we know them, he retains the hope that he will look upon the face of his “Pilot” when he has crossed the sand bar.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas