•November 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have decided to try to make at least one blog post a week. The My blog lies fallow for far too long. Today I am going to speak a bit about the upcoming holidays. The next holiday, which I would call a high day, is Thanksgiving, I call it a high day, because there are, as far as I can tell 2 kinds of holiday, the secular and the religious. The secular are high days, the religious are holi(holy)days.


I like Thanksgiving, it’s a very Pagan time to me. Some of you (especially the Christians among you 😉 ) may cry out that it’s a Christan holiday, but it isn’t. It’s a secular holiday that Christians have adopted. Well, I’m adopting it too. And I’m sure I’m not the first. We need a Holiday between Samhain and Yule. This is the time when you really start feeling the Autumn turning to Winter. The nights are seriously starting to get cold as are the days and the lengthening of the dark is very noticeable.


I’m thinking of writing a ritual for it, one suitable for either solitary (like me! 😉 ) or group use.


A promise fulfilled….

•August 31, 2009 • 1 Comment

Ok, here it is, not my normal fair on this blog, but I promised my facebook peeps that I would blog the lyrics, so here it is, Rosetta Stoned, also Lost Keys (Blame Hoffman)the intro to the aforementioned song…

Lost Keys (Blame Hoffman)

Lost Keys
(voices fading in)

Nurse: Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment?

Doctor: A moment? What’s the question?

Nurse: More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3

Doctor: What’s the problem?

Nurse: That is the problem, we’re not sure.

Doctor: You got the chart?

Nurse: Right here.

Doctor: Not much here is there

Nurse: No doctor, no obvious physical
trauma. Vitals are stable.

Doctor: Name?

Nurse: No sir.

Doctor: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let’s get some background on this fella.

Nurse: No ID. Nothing (heavy breathing in background) And he won’t speak to anybody.

Doctor: Well, let’s say hello. Good Morning, I’m Dr. Lawson. How are you today? How – are – you today?! Look son, you’re in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can’t help you otherwise. What’s happened? Tell me everything.

(Growling and heavy breathing grows louder)

Rosetta Stoned

All righty then… picture this if you will…
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme’s in my “need to know” pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping “holy fuckin’ shit!”

then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, “I hope uncle martin here doesn’t notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!”

so light in his way, like an apparition, that he had me crying out…
“fuck me! It’s gotta be the dead head chemistry. (the) blotter got right on top o’ me. Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!

and after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. “you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not.” Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn’t even graduate from fuckin’ high school!!

Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. Don’t even know what that means. Must remember to write it down.
This is so real. Like the time Dave floated away. See, my heart is pounding. cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can’t breathe right now.

It was so real. Like I woke up in wonderland. all sorta terrifying. I don’t wanna be alone while I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why y’all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real. Finally it’s my lucky day See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can’t breathe right now.

You believe me don’t you? Please believe what I’ve just said. See, the dead ain’t touring and this wasn’t all in my head. see they took me by the hand and invited me right in. then they showed me something. I don’t even know where to begin.

Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I’m out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Can’t remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed.
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position…
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen. Shit the bed again. Typical.

Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I’m out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Sunkist and Sudafed Gyro scopes and infrared
won’t help. I’m brain dead. Can’t remember what they said.
God damn. Shit the bed.

Can’t remember what they said to me.
Can’t remember what they said to make me out to be the hero.
Can’t remember what they said.
Bob help me.
Can’t remember what they said.

We don’t know and we won’t know.
God damn shit the bed.


A story from my (fairly recent) past.

•July 3, 2009 • 1 Comment

For mine is the ecstasy of the spirit, and mine also is joy on Earth;
For my law is love unto all beings.
Keep pure your highest ideal;
Strive ever towards it, let naught stop you or turn you aside;”

The Charge if the Goddess
Doreen Valiente

Allow me to lay the scene. A couple of years ago I was back in the old hometown. I don’t live there anymore, but I am not that far from there and occasionally I have reason to go. I was leaving a store and ran into someone I knew from High School. Someone whom I had admittedly had a crush on, early in my High School Career.

Well, my friend saw me and we began to talk. Catching up a bit on things. She had been married, but was no longer. I of course have never been married. We discovered that we both had IM accounts, so we traded info. As we were talking, she asked me what religion I was (no one ever asks me this), and I, not being as out of the broomcloset as I am these days I simply said “I am a Unitarian Universalist.”. A true statement, I was even going to A UU Fellowship at that point.

Anyway, she says to me “What’s that?” I explain a bit about UUism. I don’t think she really got what I was saying, but she let it pass. We parted with promises to look for each other on-line and I went on about the rest of my day. Later that evening, I was siting in front of my computer, which is where you will find me most evenings, doing whatever it was that I did then. My IM client notified me that she had popped on line and so we started to chat about whatever random stuff was coming up. Then she asked me if there was anyone from High School, who I would still consider dating. My response was “Maybe. You?”

Now of course what I meant was “There might be some one I would consider dating from High School. Is there anyone you would consider dating from High School?” She completely misunderstood. She started gushing at me (don’t ask me how you can gush over IM, but she pulled it off) about how she had been wondering who she would be spending her life with and about how she thought maybe the Lord was leading her to be with a black guy (I am an African American, buy looks, though not really by culture).

She then started to list out all these rules that any guy who was going to date her would have to follow. There were a bunch of them, but I only remember 2. The first was that she did not have premarital sex. Well, I could live with that, it’s not that big a deal. The second, the deal breaker (not mind you that I was really interested anyway)  was “You must love the Lord and His only son Jesus Christ.” Well, I don’t even believe in Jesus.

So, I tell her that all those things are fine, except one. She immediately assumes that it is the premarital sex thing (a reasonable conclusion honestly), because a lot of guys have issues with that. I tell her no, though that that is not a problem. I then go up in her list of rules and quote back to her “You must love the Lord and His only son Jesus Christ.”

She then told me she didn’t understand. I told her that I am not a Christian. She asked me what I was. I told her that I am a Pagan. She said “What’s that?” So I began to tell her of worshiping the Lord and the Lady, but she didn’t understand. So, in a moment of inspiration I said “Have you ever heard of Wicca?”There was a pause….it lengthened….and finally “Yes, I have heard of Wicca.” I replied with “Well, it’s kinda like that.”

She then begins to tell me about how she has heard of Wicca, about her landlord and landlady who she had had that had been terrible to her and how awful Wicca was and how much better than that I was and finished off with “They’re practically witches!” When that last line came across I was glad that I was not on the phone, because I laughed out loud (because of the “practically witches” part, not because of any deprivations she may have been forced to endure because of her 2 landholders, that is unfortunate, but there are assholes in all religions).
So, she goes on about how I need to go to her church, “You can wear jeans there and they play rock and roll!” she says. I know I won’t enjoy it, I have been to a lot of Christian churches, what goes on there leaves me cold and bored (and usually asleep) but I consent. I pick a Sunday and go to the early service. I wonder if she will be there, but she isn’t. I sit through it and it was pretty much what I expected. Dull. So I go to my little UU fellowship after that to, wash the taste out of my mouth as it were.

The next time I saw her on-line I told her I had gone to her church, she wasn’t as excited as I thought she would be, but seemed mildly pleased. She didn’t ask me any questions about my experience there or what I thought of it or anything. We didn’t talk much after that. The next time I saw her she told me that an old mutual friend of ours had Died (Oh, Mkwa, if you are reading this, ask me about it, ’cause you knew him too). I was sorry to hear about that.

What’s on NightSingersSong’s MP3 player?

•July 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

“Oh She will bring the buds in Spring
And laugh among the flowers.”
The Ladies Bransle
Gwydion Pendderwen

This is a feature that I will put up every now and again when I feel like it. You may notice that I don’t say “iPod” that’s because I don’t own one. And won’t. I’m anti-Apple, but that’s a long story for another time.

So, what is on NightSingersSong’s MP3 player? Well you, generally speaking, won’t find any music to speak of unless it is attached to something to which I am listening. I found with my first MP3 player that listening to music on it annoys me no end. I don’t know why I was always the Walkman kind when I was younger, but I guess it has grown old. I still love music, just not that portably for some reason.

So what’s actually there? I have a few episodes of Coast to Coast Am. I like the show, sometimes it is a little conservative for my taste, but some of the things talked about are very interesting.

Darkly Fey. It’s the darker side of Fey, a pretty good Pagan Podcast.

Edge of Circle, Infinite and Beyond, Pagan Spirituality Today, Paranormal Podcast and the Wigglian Way.

All of those are Pagan Podcasts, except for Paranormal Podcast (which is sort of a Ghost hunting etc podcast). Support your favorite Pagan Podcasts! I really am enjoying The Wigglian Way. I like Mojo, he sounds like an old hippy, and I think he would be a cool guy to know.

Well, that’s what’s on my MP3 player as I type this.

Me, an Introduction and thoughts about the Broomcloset

•June 30, 2009 • 2 Comments

“She danced on the water and the wind was Her horn,
the Lady laughed and everything was born.”
The Lord of the Dance
Gwydion Pendderwen

I am NightSingersSong and this is my Pagan Blog. I have been a practicing Pagan for around 20 years now.  I’m going to tell you how I became  Pagan, the part that I can recall, and then at some point in the future, I will tell you my Pagan Origin Story. Like most Origin stories it will be more symbolic that anything, but that is to be expected.

20 years or so ago, I began going to these meditations. Very New Age things but enjoyable. With the company I kept and the books that I got access to, there was of course and expansion of mind. Then I became Pagan, well, not all at once. The Call of the Lady isn’t always heard all at once that way. It happened in little stages for me I suppose, I don’t really remember, my memory doesn’t work that way.

I am out of the broomcloset to everyone except one person and by extension her family. She is very Christian and might never talk to me again if she knew, but now, well, I haven’t heard from her in forever, so I guess if she finds out, she finds out. So, if you are reading this, “Hi Anna, hope you still talk to me, but I forgive you if you don’t.”