Sunday, September 24, 2006

Something I really don't say much about.

Recently, a friend of mine made a blog post about a conversation with another parent about "Muslim" terrorists. About how not all Muslims are terrorist, and so forth. This along with a conversation I had with this person awhile ago got me thinking. Isn't religion funny? I don't mean in a joke sense (I can tell alot of jokes about alot of religions, but I wont) I mean in a way were something that was meant to be so pure has been bent and strained untill it doesn't resemble what it once was. I've spent a number of years studing alot of things, one of my favorite things to study is religion. I enjoy it because I can look at what was taught as compared to what is taught, you learn about the differnces between them, and how alike they all are. There are few religions left that I don't know at least one thing about, there are other that once I found out one thing, I wanted to keep learning to see if any of it made sense. (you'd be amazed at how little sense anything makes) If someone said something happened 200 years ago eungh, people would start beleiving them.
Personaly I think religion is a wonderful thing. (it may not seem like it right now, but I'll make that point eventally) I find that having something to beleive in gives people a reason to live, going to church every week can keep many kids off the streets, and I've seen many cases where faith has kept people alive. The problem is that many things become blured over the years, one item in any holy book can be thought of as saying "smite thy enemy" while if you look around that line, and though the work, you'll find something like "if someone has wronged you, then take revenge, and as they are at there knees, show them mercy." Recently the Catholic church has changed an area of there belief, because it could sound offensive, or doesn't seem right. Even though it's been taught for somewhere around 1500 years. Things change too much and you have a new religion under the same name, this creates alot of problems. Back on the start of this ramble I have started, I said something about Muslims. I'm not a Muslim, but theres is one of few religions I can understand, or for that matter, agree with. The only problem is that many Muslims beleive that any terrorist that commits terrorism isn't a true Muslim. What makes this problem worse is that the "radical" Muslims think these people airn't true either, and should perish with the rest of us. (I told you none of it makes sense)

Now for the part that after this I have no intention of talking about later, or commenting on another blog, so forth. I have choosen a path a number of years ago that makes my even more of an outsider then I was before. I've always been a very spirtual person, I see spirts walking around, I believe in karma, and I may not believe that a god created everything, I find a lack of proof that anything else happened. (not saying I found evedence that god created everything though) Around the 7th grade, (for now I count in grades rather then years, I forget how old I am/was alot) I found a religion that matched what I believe then and now. I never cared for many forms of Christanity because I never found it pure of heart. Or for that matter, I didn't like it contradicted itself so much. I remember reading one of my older sisters books on her religion long ago, I learned alot about it, it helped me choose what I am today.

(Okay, here comes the biggiey, don't freak out on me) I'm a witch. (Yes, witch, warlock isn't part of are thing) I Pratice Wicca. It's a long standing religion that was around before anything other then druidism, or shaminism. So heres the first couple of things I'd like to clear up. We DON'T worship satin or an evil deity. (Ok, now tell your friends, I'm tired of hearing about it.) We DON'T practice black arts. We do cast spells on occasion, not all of us, and not always. The ones we do cast are things like protection spells, love spells ever so often, and the occasional money spell, cause there are alot of broke people in the world. What we cast most, next to protection spells are healing spells; there about the same thing, with some differnces. We (and everone else) calls what we do magick. (sometimes it's magik, I wish we'd pick something and go with it.) We never cast curses nor do we cast a spell over someone without there premission. If we do that we believe it will come back at us. There are two main princeables we hold. The Wiccan Rede, I've never seen this in it's entirty, but the part every state that whatever we do will come back to roost at three. If we do something bad, it will come back to us three times. Same if we do good. The other then that I hold near and dear is: An it harm none, do what ye whilst. Thats the main thing, right there, don't harm anything or anyone in any way shape or form. This includes yourself. We do have a god, in fact we have two, the Lord and the Lady. It would take way too much time to talk about what they do, so I'll skip that. The only thing about Wicca is that it's very loosely based, the entire religion can change from one person to another, so you really can't write down the whole thing. I have written down the basics, people work from there. Okay, I wrote about that, so I hope I never have to write about it ever again, EVER!!!!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

A taste of Mortality

A little under a week ago, a man I looked up to for many years died. He seemed to be always cheerful, he loved life, and devoted his life to the conservation of animals and raising his family. In America, thoughout the general population, he seems to be a joke, even in death. Even I learned about him through the jokes and so forth, then I saw how devoted he was to what he was doing, and how careful he was about doing it. He wasn't the crazy person we all thought he was, he was just a little exagerated and devoted. I still liked to joke about him, I didn't find it offensive, nor did I find it unfunny at most times through the day. I watched him seem to never grow older, and his family grow up. He taught me alot about animals, there traits, why they do certain things they do, and that a gorilla charge doesn't hurt that much. Him and his family seemed to become part of my family, he was in everyday conversations, and so often in my thoughts.
Ever since I was about five, and went to sea world for the first time, I've wanted to work with animals in one way or another, study them, see them, play with them, so forth. I think thats why he was such a big part of my life, he was as devoted as I wanted to be, and more excentric then I think I could ever be. Anyone who loved him a quarter as much as I did will miss him dearly.
Steve Iriwn, We'll miss you mate.

That may be the end of that story, but it's not the end of the post. His death brought something up that directly affected me making this blog. It was shortly after learning about his passing I releized that man, all man, is mearly mortal. As a teen, I still had the concept that I'll live forever. I always knew I'd die eventally, but I figured I'd live thru about anything untill then. There are a hundred thousand ways to die, and so many of them happen to people my age everyday. Guns, drugs, knifes, car crashes, random health disorders no one noticed, so much, I'm shocked we're all still here. I've aways written about death in my stories, my poetry, even just random stuff I write like this, but I've never really expereanced it untill now. I saw my great grandmother about a day after she died, and my great aunt a few days later, neither of which I had seen in years, so I couldn't take those that hard. Along with that, they were quite old, so I figured it was just there time. To take a man so young, with such a young family just seems wrong, I'm sure people say that about every young person that has died, but to me, this one seems different. Something that surprises me is I take the death of a man I would of probaly never met harder then I've taken deaths of relatives. The morning will pass, people will move on, but now I know people die, and thats something that will live with me forever.

A Sapor of Letalis

Well, I created a blog, hooray for me.
I guess the first thing I should write about is the title. I've always been into words, I love them, ever since I was a kid. I learned to read at a young age and have always excelled at being able to understand words I've never heard of before. As time went on I started getting into foregn language, Spanish is the most common one I hear, followed by French. As I learned more about these languages, I learned about how many words we borrowed from them, or from other places. Soon I found the mother language, Latin. I soon found out about the beauty of Latin, it flows, it has the dramtic affect I always try and keep. Me and it became great friends. I began speaking and writting in latin, not alot, but enough to impress people. I still study as much of the world language as I can, German, Native American, even some Gaelic. Yet, Latin remains one of my loves.
Okay, thats why the title's in Latin, now for the tittle itself. In english, A Sapor of Letalis means A taste of Mortality. That kinda explains the link, but theres another bit there I get to on another day, or maybe just later. I choose that title for the same reason I created this blog. I had something happen around me (I'll explain that one in another post too {oh, you'll see me write like this alot}) that made me realize that man is mortal. Frankly I don't care much for the feeling, but I'm stuck with it. I guess thats all for the first post, and for my signature
Tah, Later, and Bugger Off!!