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Ygraine on examiner.com The Holidays for non-Christians or How I Keep From Shoving a Bell up the Salvation Army Dudes A.....
Deaf yet from walking in and out of Wal-Mart and being confronted by a seeming epileptic bell ringer over the little red pot? Buns of steel from walking from the back forty to the door of the grocery store? Feeling the guilt of knowing the odds of you being flush enough to buy little Susie what she wants, unless they sell it at Dollar Tree, are nil? Zip. Zilch. Nada. Yes, it is that time of year. And as bad as it can get for the average American it gets truly awful for those in non-traditional religions. The Neopagans have determined that Christmas was ripped off from the earlier celebrations like Yule based on the Winter Solstice., In scientific terms a solstice is "an astronomical event that happens twice each year, when the tilt of the Earth's axis is most inclined toward or away from the Sun, causing the Sun's apparent position in the sky to rea…
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad day-light
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow'd.
What thou art we know not;
Wherein the Wicked Witch Welcomes One of Her Favorite People
to the Ranks of the Wickedest of Witches!
Hail, Troj Bruegel!
I should not have to repeat that any of our finalists could easily be seen as an honorable mention. Each of these women continue to inspire and provide yet another reason to feel pride in Church of Satan affiliation.
I am requesting those offering those lovely gifts contact Troj directly for sending info, and sending me a pic of them to put up on this blog.