Here I will post just general comments, regular observations or rants and ramblings that I feel the need/desire to express. Stuff that would clutter and pile up on the desk to be left for another day to be sorted out and put in place. Here is that place, a tiny room with a place to sit and sort things out. Is the ladder to reach the top of the piles or to climb out of the mess? Only time will tell.

Hugs and thanks to the musings at Angels in the Whirlwind for the idea.

October 16,2009

Mr Vaughn found a friend in one of our cemetery walks.

Sept 26,2009

Saw my grand-daughter this week. She lives far away and I don’t get to spend as much time with her as I would like. Isn’t she cute? No, It’s not Rudolf’s Shiny New Year baby, it’s my grand-baby!

Aug 17,2009

Last few days of sitting in the cool A/C and singing along to McCartney, Mellencamp, Greenday, Zeppelin, Elvis, The Beatles and others as played by the one and only Mr Vaughn makes even the long hot days seem better. God, I love music.

Cemetery research has mapped out a few local sites I didn’t know about. I’m going to do a “drive by” of a real close one tonight after work. I can’t wait to hit a few more soon. Once Fall hits I’ll have to revisit my favorites and get some more pics for my cemetery blog.

Naufragio of the forest is a wuss when the Off wears off. LOL

July 26,2009

Problems are not permanent. Only your soul is permanent.

-Tony Robbins

July 18,2009

Semi-homemade banana pancakes for breakfast, YUM!

All the herbal stuff I’m learning and making! OMG! I’m so excited! You should see the lovely reddish color of my cinnamon tincture! When they are done, I’ll make a post with pics!

OH! and I got my first tea ball! WooHoo!

July 9,2009

WOOHOO! Hitting the Surf Scene again tomorrow! I’m so happy someone loved A Fly In The Champagne! Can’t hide the genuine “Oh Wow!” when a present is opened. It warms the heart to do something for someone just because.

Viva La Moon Doggie.

June 19,2009

Bought myself my first bell today. So excited. It’s small and understated and I love sound of the little chime it gives off.

June 10,2009

Finally starting to get things settled, most things unpacked. Well, things that will be anyway. Trying to start up my journal again now that it has been unearthed. Plants purchased, Feng Shui being implemented. Still working on grounding and sorting. Limited resources and internet sporadic.

May 24,2009

Excessive boxes and lack of hands and time. Dust, allergies, heat, infections and other happenstance, not to mention injury and stubborn indignation. Social reclusion has it’s disadvantages at times like this. Wishing I was a man this weekend, or a millionaire.

May 2,2009

Can it really be over a month since my last daily clutter? Tinctures went well, some of them smell unreal! I even did an olive leaf one for health and have been taking that. Processing a Hyssop one to use in cleansing the new space.

I SO want one of those scarves for around my waist for my belly dancing practice. Don’t think I’ll ever need the whole outfit but one of those scarves might help isolating movements where I’m supposed to. Note: nothing is more unattractive than those overweight dancers you see in full regalia at Pagan Pride days and festivals. I know that if you flab over the hip part of the outfit, it should stay at home and not in public. I don’t care how much confidence you have in yourself to wear it out, we don’t want to see that. This I know and this I will live by.

March 27,2009

OMG what have I done?!?! I just bought 50+ jars for my tinctures, salts, etc.

March 23,2009

COUNTDOWN! 5 days until my tinctures are ready. I can’t believe it’s been a month. Have to seriously go find some nice bottles now. Soon my cauldron will be alight with the salt of the herbs!

February 26,2009

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people’s eyes

~”Pepper” by the Butthole Surfers

February 22,2009

HMMMMM. I see the comics today and there is one character that reminds me of someone but I can’t place my finger on who.

Peter, any ideas who the turtle reminds you of?

February 19,2009

So many things, so little resources. So many things that should or need to get done, and yet I find myself without the ability to do perform. Despite a recent “pumping up” with the vitamin regimen, I find myself lacking the energy I usually have and have been reduced to one of the 7 dwarves (sneezy) the last few days. I have a desire to post on Malkuth or perhaps Binah, but I just don’t feel up to doing it. I’d like to put my head on the desk and take a nap. Feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with things beyond my control. Stress is starting to frazzle my usually steady nerves. AHHHH!

February 11,2009

Stepped out of the door and took off my coat! Sweet, glorious smell and feel of the Spring to come! Sitting in the sun shining through the window like a cat curled in complete satisfaction.

I may have been born in the dark of winter but no doubt I am a solar baby. Jan-Dec sit me in the warmth and light of the sun. The heat of Summer I can do without, but give me the sun.

February 2,2009

OMG! Discovered the works of Andrew Chumbley……..Anyone got cliff’s notes? Chumbley for dummys? LOL UGH.

February 2,2009

OMG! Discovered the works of Andrew Chumbley. Reading The Azoetia now. Incredible.

“Magick is the transmutability of the Quintessence of all nature … Sorcery is the knowledge of the universal points of transmutation. Its Art is to cultivate the ability to manipulate these foci of power in accordance with Will, Desire and Belief.”

February 1, 2009

Playing around and found a “create your ouwn social network” site. The EVIL is SPREADING! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!

January 17, 2009

Yesterday was my day off and so, after doing some errands, I came home and cooked up a storm! P.V. (the magician previously known as Boleskine 93) has been craving Pumpkin bread and I could hold off no longer. I was going to have a guest for dinner and so I broke down some chicken breast in preparation for my family “Cordon Bleu” recipe. With the bones and scrap I made a chicken soup, along with the Cordon Bleu and pumpkin bread. YUMM. Guest plans fell through so MORE FOR US!

P.V. also ordered my presents and they arrived yesterday. 4 books listed in the side bar, a mortar/pestle set and a medium sized cauldron. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. But nothing beats the homemade card.

January 14, 2009

Bought myself an early birthday gift, something I’ve wanted/needed for a while. I found a good deal and bit the bullet. What is it? Well, lets just say you will be seeing some nice “homegrown” pics on my posts in the near future.

“I’ve tasted, the bitter tragedy of lives wasted
And men who glimpsed the darkness inside, but never faced it
And it’s a shame that most of y’all are followin sheep
Wallowin deeper than the darkness, you’re fallin asleep“

Spooks – Things I’ve Seen

January 11, 2009
More snow. I got out of the house and helped a little. I kind of miss getting out and “playing” in the snow. I use to shovel the drive in Maine just for fun. It’s nice to be out, usually alone with just the sound of snow on the trees.

On the other hand, I was supposed to have a friend come visit for dinner tonight. Between the roads and drive and lack of cooperation from the landlord clearing things, better he stay safe at home.

January 6, 2009
Nobody is going to understand this. (Well, almost nobody) I have to record it as it sends me into giggles. Here I sit, Cindy-Loo Naufragio. Big bright eyes of goodness. Yup, I’m the soft side of evil. Tee Hee.

And yet I also sit here as a knowledge whore. Downloading more Occult documents from Aggrippa to Zos Kia Sorcery. I already have hundreds of documents and I am getting more. Oh the joys of going through new material! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cindy-Loo WHO? LOL

January 3, 2009
Wants to cuddle and snuggle. Missing something inside.

December 20, 2008

Snowy days. Lost power due to ice last week, now we are just getting buried in snow. 6-12 inches today and another 8 or so forecast for tomorrow night. Yesterday I bought myself a Yule gift, a coffee grinder. It was on sale at Rite Aid and will never see a coffee bean. OMG the smell of lavender when ground is heavenly! One revelation in using ground materials instead of just crumbled by hand materials in incense though, I have to re-work my amounts. Equal amounts differ in strength when ground. The lavender totally overpowered the rest of my Naufragio blend ingredients so I had to play a little. Of course, that’s what I love doing.

December 3, 2008

I have become a proud member of the Graveyard Rabbit Association. I’m very excited about this new venture and it makes me hope even harder for that new digital camera for Yule.

You can find my new blog at Dark Of The Moon Graveyard Rabbit

November 20, 2008

Turkeys perched on trees and refusing to descend indicate snow. –Old weather proverb

Yes, they do perch in trees, lower branches though. My X rescued one from a turkey farm one year when I lived in Maine and the kids were little. Henry was a lovely turkey. One day she laid eggs, and no matter how many people said we should now call her Henrietta, we still called her Henry for THAT was her name.

Ok, a bit lame this morning. It’s early and not NEARLY enough coffee yet. Ciao!

November 13,2008

So, Naufragio, Bella Naufragio, are you always doing this to yourself? Ha! Left hand path, RIGHT! Nothing but a scared little mouse. Stupid fearful piccolo mouse. Every time you think you can venture out from the hole, that cosmic cat bats you right against the wall. Stupid mouse. Learn your role and chiuda la vostra bocca.

November 11,2008

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! Total rant here. My newest, biggest pet peeve is people telling me the answer to a question I have is spelled G-O-O-G-L-E or W-I-K-I. OMG It’s like you can’t ask anyone anything anymore. Has communication broken down so much in society that people are just too rude to type a sentence to an inquiry? OK, I understand that some people ask really stupid questions sometimes and need to do some research but sometimes I don’t want to know the whole history behind what a gugendorf ( made up word, don’t bother) is and how it was used in the 18th century and by which now extinct culture. All you need to say is “it’s a tool for picking your nose”. Come on, was that so hard?

Besides the rudeness of “Google/Wiki is your friend” answers, the information is skewed. Any self respectful internet researcher will tell you Wiki is the WORST source and should never be used for reliable information. And Google throws so much at you and usually “buy a gugendorf now, search for gugendofs on amazon” pages.

People, sometimes a simple answer is all that is needed and I MIGHT want to hear it from a person. If you can type “…is your friend” then you can type a simple answer. Yup, you can, I believe in you.

November 5,2008

Friends, feelings and love have been topics running amuk in my circle lately. I look back and reflect on how I have always been much of a loner. I have tried reaching out and having friends as a child but they all seem to flit away with time and none were the close intimate bond you see in movies and the television. Love, well, there’s a disaster in my life not to dwell on. In short I’ve never received close to what I gave or could give. I wonder in retrospect if my distance from people is because of my past or the reason for the failure in obtaining that closeness my whole life. Looking back I can see the shell I’ve always hidden in, even as a young child. Sitting and thinking now of who I would miss, who I might cry over if they got hit by a bus tomorrow I see only the number 4. Two are flesh of my flesh and yet a distance is required due to negativity. One I care about and have cried over may times in the past, someone who got too deep once and leaves a scar. Finally one who’s loss would be devastating. If separation from God is the true Hell, then I would be there. Not that that person is God or anything, but someone who embodies much of what one should be.

If man had been created in the Horned God’s image, he would be free to be wild without being cruel, angry without being violent, sexual without being coercive, spiritual without being unsexed, and able to truly love.

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk

Feelings stink when they can shatter worlds. They are like the energies in healing and Magick. Negativity and hurt are like those blockages that keep the energies from flowing. They build up and cause illness of the mind soul and body. You have to be aware of the feelings, acknowledge them then distance yourself and let them go. Let it flow out of you. Sometimes it’s easier than others. It’s a higher skill to be able to achieve full awareness, acceptance and separation. It has gotten me through much and allowed enrichment in my life. Letting these blockages to fester mucks up your life and ruins relationships.

Hmmm…….Looks like I’ve come full circle The distance is both the cause and cure of what ails me. Guess I’m just messed up after all.

October 27,2008

In a mood of my own today.

Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
Its down at the end of lonely street
At heartbreak hotel.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

And although its always crowded,
You still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
Do cry away their gloom.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

Well, the bell hops tears keep flowin,
And the desk clerks dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They aint ever gonna look back.

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
And you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
To heartbreak hotel.

Oct 12, 2008

Oct 9, 2008

While searching for something a coworker had mentioned at Barnes and Noble online I came across the following new release:

Sigh. Anne Rice was once my ultimate favorite author. Every Sunday after church we went to my grandmother’s for lunch. One day, while playing on the sun porch and looking through a box of books there, I found “Interview with a Vampire” and never looked back. There were no other books at the time. I think I was 13 or so. A decade later I found out she had written more and I read them. Upon finishing, I heard she had another and so it went until the day I heard she would write no more Vampire or Witch books. I didn’t mind so much until I bought her first Jesus book. I found it lacking and I haven’t read her since. It just wasn’t my dear Anne Rice. The quality was diminished. Will I read how the devil, oops I mean “God” got a hold of her? Maybe or not. I want my favorite author back.

Oct 7, 2008

Feeling icky this week. Is it Mercury in retrograde? Is it Mars entering Scorpio? (Boy do I sound a bit off the bus or what?) No, more tension and conflict going on around me. Change is coming and there is no stopping it. No settling in and being comfortable for a while before moving on. Only a slight time to prepare. It’s the feeling of instability. A feeling I haven’t felt in a while and I’m not afraid to say I didn’t miss it. What next is what I will be waiting for, the next shoe to drop, never knowing how many feet there will be. The hairs are raised on the back of my neck once again. Will I ever be able to relax and sit back for any length of time in a place where no one can tell me what I can or can’t do and I can hide away without the jolt to my system that the ringing of the doorbell brings?

October 4, 2008

Yesterday Boleskine 93 and I spent hours in the woods. There were times I just had to stop and look around and was in awe of what I saw. It was like those beautiful photographs that you see and think, there is no place that really looks like that. Green and dark yet the colors were bright. It was an overcast day so there was almost a misty quality of the trees lining the path ahead and you could barely see the sky at all. Parts opened in the underbrush and you would see small sections of ferns gathered in one spot and nowhere around otherwise. All I could think of was “fairies”.

Oct 2, 2008

Thanks to Slander08 for this political entertainment “THE OFFICIAL VP DEBATE DRINKING GAME”

For Sarah Palin:

1. Every time Palin mentions one of her kids by name, take the number of drinks corresponding to that child’s number in her brood (e.g. 1 drink for Track, 2 drinks for Bristol, 3 drinks for Willow, 4 drinks for Piper and 5 drinks for Trig). If she does not give a name, take 1 drink.
2. When Palin mentions 9/11 in a textually-relevant manner (e.g. “We need to prevent another attack like the one on 9/11″), take 1 drink. When Palin mentions 9/11 in a gratuitous, textually-irrelevant manner (e.g. “When my son Track was sent over to Iraq on 9/11…”), take 2 drinks.
3. If Palin uses the phrase, “hockey mom”, drink until she takes the self-satisfied smirk off her face.

For Joe Biden:

1. Every time Biden chuckles condescendingly at Sarah Palin, take 1 drink. Every time Biden chuckles condescendingly at moderator Gwen Ifill, take 2 drinks.
2. Every time Biden refers to himself in the third person, take 1 drink. If he uses his full name (e.g. “When people ask me, ‘Joe Biden, how did you become so good looking?’”), take 2 drinks.
3. If Biden points out that despite being less than 1/100th the size, Delaware has more people than Alaska, drink until you see the bottom of your glass.

If either candidate says:

1. Russia, take 1 drink. U.S.S.R., take 2 drinks. Swimming the Bering Straight, take 3 drinks.
2. Hillary Clinton, take 1 drink. Bill Clinton, take 2 drinks. Monica Lewinsky, take 3 drinks.
3. Dick Cheney, take 1 drink. Tricky Dick, take 2 drinks. Sucking dick, take 3 drinks.

Finally, if at any point Biden uses the phrase “I know Geraldine Ferraro; Geraldine Ferraro is a friend of mine. Governor, you’re no Geraldine Ferraro,” chug your beer, turn off your TV, and shoot yourself in the head.

Sept 27, 2008

Yesterday there had been tentative plans to be-bop down to Salem Ma. Well, due to circumstances including pouring rain, the trip was put off for another day. Boleskine 93 took me to his ol’ stomping grounds at the local State Forest instead. (Funny how I grew up less than a half hour from there and never knew it existed. ) Yes, in the rain. It’s one thing to roam about a town and get wet, totally different to treck under branches of multiple pine, birch, oak, etc trees and get drenched. Standing on a sidewalk getting wet is stupid, standing in the woods with drops of rain filtering through the leaves, enlightening.

We came back very wet. My jeans were soaked up to the knees from the underbrush and wet paths, the hood of my jacket became useless once it was saturated. Here I am near the beginning of our excursion:

Sept 25, 2008

I belong to many “groups” that I read for information and can ask questions in the forum or platforms they are on. One such Vodou group is run by a wonderful woman with quite a sense of humor. Mambo Racine.

She re-worded the well known tune “My Sharona” and those who live in climates like us in New England will appreciate “My Snowblowah”. I post it with permission. Enjoy.

Suppose we get three feet of snow, feet of snow
Wind it up and watch me go, my SNOW BLOWAH!
Clearin’ out that driveway, yo! Watch me go!
Gun it comin’ off of the line, SNOW BLOWAH!
Never gonna stop, crank it up.
Such a heavy storm,
Always let it roll, so I can go,
in the house and get warm,
My my my i yi woo!
M M M my SNOW BLOWAH…
Who cares ’bout that town plow? Forget it now,
It could be a blizzard wow,
MY SNOWBLOWAH!
Here that engine purrin’, wow! It’s purrin’ now,
Runnin’ down the length of my drive, SNOW BLOWAH!
Never gonna stop, crank it up.
Such a heavy storm,
Always let it roll, so I can go,
in the house and get warm,
My my my i yi woo!
M M M my SNOW BLOWAH…
My, my, my, my, my, my,
OOooooooAH! My SNOW BLOWAH!
OOooooooAH! My SNOW BLOWAH!

Just couldn’t help it.

ROCK ON!

Mambo Racine

Sept 20, 2008

Why can’t we all just get along?

Why do some people have to be so crass and nasty, AND not be honest and up front? People complaining about something they already knew about and that has been going on for MONTHS suddenly becoming “offensive” and causing issues. No compromise, just “The {offensive action} has got to stop. No more, ever.”

I can see part of the point but there definitely could have been a more diplomatic approach. Now, here’s my quandary, how much can a landlord infringe on the civil liberties of a tenant? Let’s say for example (fictional) I play recordings of ringing bells or Islamic mantras at a normal volume at various times of the day for enjoyment and religious purposes. It’s an old house and the tone can be somewhat heard upstairs where the landlord lives. He suddenly decides it’s offensive enough to knock on the door and say no more. He says it falls into the same category of no loud noise that is in the lease, he can hear it, it keeps his wife awake because she goes to bed early and he finds it offensive. What if we had specifically told him prior to moving in and the loud music issue mentioned that we do play mantras on occasion but nothing like loud blaring music and were told no problem? It’s not a hazard, it’s not in the lease, but I don’t want a tense living situation and this really tweaks my room mate’s hairs.

Personally, and others seem to feel it also, that for some reason (HMMM PAGAN?) he doesn’t feel comfortable with our lifestyle and wants to make things difficult for us. We are mostly quiet (except fits of laughter when someone tickles me), take good care of the place, don’t have parties or people over much at all. They balk and give us attitude of we mention the hanging light shaking and ceiling dust falling from the stomping upstairs, the running child at 7am every morning waking us and the constant scraping of chairs, etc, so we whine to ourselves and let it go.

What can we do? Ugh.

Sept 18, 2008

“Many dubious and troublesome things are still in store for me. What I used to love, I love no longer. But I lie: I love it still, but less passionately. Again have I lied: I love it, but more timidly, more sadly. Now at last I have told the truth; for thus it is: I love, but what I should love not to love, what I should wish to hate. Nevertheless I love it, but against my will, under compulsion and in sorrow and mourning. To my own misfortune I experience in myself now the meaning of that most famous line: “Hate I shall, if I can; if I can’t, I shall love though not willing.” The third year has not yet elapsed since that perverted and malicious will, which had totally seized me and reigned in the court of my heart without an opponent, began to encounter a rebel offering resistance. A stubborn and still undecided battle has long been raging on the field of my thoughts for the supremacy of one of the two men within me.”

Petrarca: Ascent of Mount Ventoux, letter to Francesco Dionigi de’Roberti of Borgo San Sepolcro, April 26, 1336. [pp.42-43, Renaissance Philosophy of Man, ed. Cassirer, Kristeller & Randall, The University of Chicago Press. 1948. ISBN 0-226-09604-1]

Well, not two MEN within me, more like two me’s. Me of the past and me of the future. My heart and thoughts are changing. My world expanding and at times collapsing only to strengthen my will and determination and say “Don’t forget who you are! Overcome!” The light shines not from the sun but from inside me. I told Myfanwy that those like us who reach and grow shine like stars. You know, stars never shine alone……

Sept 15, 2008

Boleskine 93 finally opened his mouth about a situation in my life that he had been quiet about for some time it seems. Friends always seem to point out things you already knew but for some reason ignored. They can also illicit information that you might not have otherwise gotten. Sometimes that information changes how you see things in your past and molds the present reality into something you didn’t quite expect. People who know you forever sometimes can’t see the forest through the trees and even while thinking they know what tune the piper is playing, can be totally off mark because what they are really hearing is their own voice. They don’t know how to really listen. Now, thanks to Boleskine 93, I have learned to see and I am listening.

Sept 13, 2008

I just heard from the mother of my grandchild. New pics!!!! Yes, for those who didn’t know I’m a young grandmother to a beautiful baby girl named Sierra-Lynn. How sweet is she?