...she changed me into a skink.
Posted on 07/21/2008 8:52:43 PM PDT by DemforBush
Lebanon - A woman is recovering in a Boone County hospital after injuring herself with a three-foot sword over the weekend.
Katherine Gunther put a hole in her left foot in a cemetery early Saturday with a sword she was wielding as part of a Wiccan ceremony...
(Excerpt) Read more at wthr.com ...
I’m British and Welsh, sounds like something my ancestors would do before they were taught the Gospel.
Nobody really knows what the ancient druids did back in the day. The only contemporary descriptions are highly slanted greek and roman passages.
All this current crap was made up from scratch in the twentieth-century.
check your local university.
She was trying to avoid the draft by shooting herself in the foot - she just used what was handy...
How do you say "Fail" in Lebanese?
Imagine the call:
"911, what's your emergency?
"Help! My friend just stabbed herself in the foot with a 3-foot sword!"
"What's your location?"
"We're at the cemetery. Please hurry!"
"We have an ambulance on the way now. Please stay on the line. How did this happen?"
"Well, we were having a peaceful, quiet Wiccan ceremony..."
I'm Scottish, Irish, Welsh, and English, and this sounds like something my ancestors might have done after chuggalugging a flagon of Duggan's Dew.
“Strange women stabbin’ their feet with swords is no basis for a system of government!”
...stupid limey gun-control laws...
Cheers!
is there any need for doing this type of stuff in the middle of a cemetery?
Ah, modern pagans. They make up wishy-washy religions. Why not revive the well-known pagan religions of Rome or Scandinavia if you’re looking for an actual pagan religion?
C.S. Lewis - Cliche Came Out of its Cage
1
You said ‘The world is going back to Paganism’.
Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House
Spill from their tumblers a libation to the Erinyes,
And Leavis with Lord Russell wreathed in flowers, heralded with flutes,
Leading white bulls to the cathedral of the solemn Muses
To pay where due the glory of their latest theorem.
Hestia’s fire in every flat, rekindled, burned before
The Lardergods. Unmarried daughters with obedient hands
Tended it By the hearth the white-armd venerable mother
Domum servabat, lanam faciebat. at the hour
Of sacrifice their brothers came, silent, corrected, grave
Before their elders; on their downy cheeks easily the blush
Arose (it is the mark of freemen’s children) as they trooped,
Gleaming with oil, demurely home from the palaestra or the dance.
Walk carefully, do not wake the envy of the happy gods,
Shun Hubris. The middle of the road, the middle sort of men,
Are best. Aidos surpasses gold. Reverence for the aged
Is wholesome as seasonable rain, and for a man to die
Defending the city in battle is a harmonious thing.
Thus with magistral hand the Puritan Sophrosune
Cooled and schooled and tempered our uneasy motions;
Heathendom came again, the circumspection and the holy fears ...
You said it. Did you mean it? Oh inordinate liar, stop.
2
Or did you mean another kind of heathenry?
Think, then, that under heaven-roof the little disc of the earth,
Fortified Midgard, lies encircled by the ravening Worm.
Over its icy bastions faces of giant and troll
Look in, ready to invade it. The Wolf, admittedly, is bound;
But the bond wil1 break, the Beast run free. The weary gods,
Scarred with old wounds the one-eyed Odin, Tyr who has lost a hand,
Will limp to their stations for the Last defence. Make it your hope
To be counted worthy on that day to stand beside them;
For the end of man is to partake of their defeat and die
His second, final death in good company. The stupid, strong
Unteachable monsters are certain to be victorious at last,
And every man of decent blood is on the losing side.
Take as your model the tall women with yellow hair in plaits
Who walked back into burning houses to die with men,
Or him who as the death spear entered into his vitals
Made critical comments on its workmanship and aim.
Are these the Pagans you spoke of? Know your betters and crouch, dogs;
You that have Vichy water in your veins and worship the event
Your goddess History (whom your fathers called the strumpet Fortune).
The residents don't complain.
/johnny
Little did they know they’d be celebrating a black mass (ie bloodletting).
It’s funny too as Wiccans always ‘say’ they are peaceful, and the kinds of ceremonial daggers and swords generally ship with the blade dull on purpose. You have to sharpen it when it arrives.
how long were you waiting to crack out that gem? =D
Yup, particularly the theater department. A production of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar at my school saw one actor accidently cut off the tip of the nose of another actor while waving an unfortunately real saber around. I lost a race to the cafeteria to get a bucket of ice to store the nose in - someone else ran faster than I did. But the dude's nose was successfully sewn back on.
/johnny
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