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Well, you've asked and asked for this...and quite frankly, it's a bit unsettling
to give personal information like this online, to whomever wants to take the time
to read it. But due to popular request, here goes.
Deep down, I suppose I am just like everyone else. I have hopes, unfounded; dreams, unrealized. I have had bitter diasppointments and triumphant victories. I am just like most everyone else, I think. Everyone has their own form of escapism. I have several. *LOL* Books were My first love, but My mother was the one who showed Me the miracle of film; photography, movies, video...It was she who introduced Me to the cinema. I quickly found that a good movie was the perfect expression of human escapism. You can, as in the written word, allow yourself to go places, see things, grow and learn through experiences of another. For the quest for knowledge is eternal. We learn from the moment we are conceived (racial/tribal memories are embedded in our DNA), until the day we die. If we cease to learn, we cease to live. My chosen form of expression is poetry. Poetry is everything, as far as I'm concerned. It is prayer, song, a true window into the poet's soul. But most of all, poetry is the embodiment of a witch's spellwork. Such is the way of a Witch. But I speak too soon. I change jobs on average of about once a year, never quite finding the right "team" with which to work. Most people are looking out for themselves, rather than one another, and it's a bit difficult to work with self-involved grubbers when you're doing your best for the company for which you work. Especially when that company does not give a fiddler's damn about you as a person OR you as an employee. I have enjoyed My part of many professions from carnie to truck driver to secretary to auditor for a hotel chain. I have enjoyed most every job I have had. I think our experiences, and not just our pain or how much money we have [or don't have], make us who we are. I dream to reopen My store, somewhere here in the Great Smoky Mountains. It would be a place of gathering, for a meeting of the minds. I would love a place which would enable Me to perform handfasting rituals, and get a small local coven together. Both geryn and I would very much enjoy the hard work this endeavor would entail. I need the capital with which to do that, but it is a dream upon which I am actively working. I am researching grants and the like to see what options (if any) are open to Me. I dream of owning land. Lots of land. 20+ acres. A place where geryn can teach archery, tai chi classes can be held, establish My covenstead, perform rituals outside, unfettered by the fear of neighbors or interference; a place where I can grow My own herb garden, plant fruit trees and build a small gazebo. The Great American Dream. *LOL* Only...My way, and not the mundane way. In 2002, I married geryn. If you've had the pleasure of knowing him, then you already know the wonderous treasure I've been given. If not, let Me help you to know. geryn is a very accomplished magick user. I've taught him since he was young, and he grew very strong and capable in My absence. he is devoted, dedicated and faithful as the day is long. he is My rock. he is ever-vigilant and ever-constant in his devotion and service to Me. he remains beside Me regardless of the affliction or the mood. he is, quite simply put, the best, greatest, most magickal and loving thing which has ever come to Me. I collect things, sometimes compulsively. *LOL* I have Eastern and Western Dragons. Dragons are My first love, but I also collect Coca Cola® items, memorabilia and such. When I do get My own home, the kitchen will be done in black and Coke®. But the serious passion where collecting is concerned, aside from Dragons, is movies. I have over seven hundred movies. I have a large bookcase of comedy, and another which is split between action, sci-fi and fantasy, but horror is My favorite. It takes great courage to face your fears and derive comfort from them. I am no conniseur of horror, but I take great pride in knowing, understanding and recognizing various vehicles within the genre. My movie review of "Underworld" was praised by Len Wiseman, and he said I truly "understood" the movie. That gives Me great joy that a review I wrote was so well received by the man who made a movie I loved. I feel that religion is the road to damnation. No, perhaps not the damnation of the xtians, but a damnation to be reborn something repugnant, at least. I believe that religion on the whole, is nothing more than man's attempt to appear and/or feel superior. True spirituality has little to do with religion, and less to do with the commonalities of the modern-day church-goer, whose focus is more on who has the nicest hair style, the more expensive dress, the best suit, the more professional makeup job, the best boob job, and not on the deity(ies) they have gathered together to "worship." I find their worship is mostly of themselves, and not any deity. The same can be said of many coveners. I refuse to be a part of covens such as these, whose constant competition within themselves negates the energies raised the good works done, the united goal of those gathered together. Wannabes. I've no patience for those who refuse to learn for themselves and rather attempt to glom off of another's works and dedication instead of developing their own. I also can't tolerate those who are nothing but talk. DO the magick, DO the deed, don't just talk about it, write about it, think about it. Do not pretend to be something you are not. Wiccan or not, work Buckland's Big Blue through once or twice. Do the rites, write your own spells, make your own magickal items. Don't depend on someone else's talents to do it for you. Develop your own! They have said for centuries, "Cleanliness is next to godliness." They stole that from us. You must magickally cleanse your working area in order to properly perform magick. I find that in keeping the house clean and organized, it is much more fortuitous to quickly putting together spell ingredients and the like when time is of the essence. I live in a truly magickal household, even though I have neighbors who are just too darned close. We do the best that we can, given the circumstances; on those occasions where being outdoors is required, we find our way into the Park and make our way to a secluded spot. There are always alternatives. I cannot have an herb garden, but I can buy fresh herbs from the local nursery, grocery store, and yes, even WalMart®. I also have an affinity for shiny things; like a rat or a raven. I once was a lover of all things silver, but recently, I have come to appreciate the feel and magickal uses of gold. There are some stones which are magickally attuned to gold, and silver just offsets their energies. Diamonds are one such stone, and I have definitely developed a love for these stones. Being white, they can be charged with any and all intents and purposes. But they have a definite power of their own; that of drawing money and/or wealth, to the possessor. They have a feel which agrees with Me very much and I have taken to collecting them. I have also developed a liking for black opal and while I only own one piece of this highly magickal stone, I find one piece is enough. It is also set in gold. I love to game. I love playing Dungeons & Dragons, or well, My version of it which I call Crystals & Castles. AD&D Guidelines & Basics/Handbooks and such, but My rules and rolling ratios. I love the colors green and gray. I wear White Shoulders or Mania perfume. I love movies. All movies. I love the outdoors, but prefer to be indoors where it's climate controlled. *LOL* I prefer big cars to small ones, horror movies to romance, and nothing beats a good chilli burger, especially when My geryn is the cook. Well, I've said more about Myself here than I have ever said online. If this helps you to get to know Me, to feel a kinship to someone else who uses magick, then I have done My job. If you're reading this to somehow use it against Me, then that is your perrogative, but I don't recommend it. Things have a way of coming back to you, especially now that geryn is My husband. *LOL* Walk in the light, poppets. 
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