God rest your soul, old friend. 'Cos I feel like kissing you again.

WARNING: This article contains 1(one) masturbation. In bold! You have been warned!

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Today's Tarot: The Seven of Pentacles

The Seven of Pentacles card suggests that you should use a brief break to assess and make adjustments to your priorities or relationship. You can also simply capture the moment and admire or consider the progress made. Much may depend on the full maturation of this matter, so be patient and persevere without rushing to judgment.

I swear, on the first read, it says "Much may depend on the full masturbation of this matter..."

Hello, brain, how is life in the gutter?

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So, Halloween.

Walk with wisdom,
from this hallowed place;
Walk not in sorrow,
Our roots shall 'ere embrace.
May strength be your brother
And honor be your kin;
And luck be your lover
Until we meet again!

Happy Samhain, everybody. Legend has it that tonight is the annual tryst between Morrigan and Dagda. I find it incredibly romantic that the two deities meet and mate each Halloween night to renew the prosperity and fertility of the land for the coming (celtic) new year.

Ah, a great sucker for good love stories, I am.

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Any linguist wants to offer enlightenment to a plebeian child on the differences between Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic? And is it a good idea to study them BOTH at the same time or will this result in a massive cornucopia of extreme confusion?

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This last section is called Your Input Counts: Would you,

A) Attend a full moon Samhain Ritual in the park with oak trees and running water.
B) Attend a backyard Guy Fawkes Night with effigies contest and bonfire.
C) Attend either and consider the full "maturation" *wink-wink* in its entirety.

Is maith liom bananai

Once in a while, you find a quiz worth posting.

Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You?
Ta mo bhriste tri thine Ta mo bhriste tri thine - 'My trousers are on fire.'You're a few bricks short of a load, aren't you? You're probably not allowed to use sharp objects and you should be locked in a rubber room. With Rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a rubber room. With rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats...
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I traded my TV for a girl with a car

In reverie, the old man visited me again. He tsked at me; wiggling his bony finger in my face.

"Cariad," said he, "I am disappointed."

In my dream, two thoughts came to mind, "Take a number and join the rest of the world," and, "What the f*ck did I do now?"

His eyes were sad, though kindness shown through. I can almost see a shadow of amusement from the corners of his lips, almost. "To think it is wise to play the fool, you are foolish, and you are fooling no one but yourself."

I grinded my teeth while glaring at him and responded with the first thing that came to mind, "Ignorance is bliss."

"Cariad," the word was more a sigh than speak, "how ever will you grow if you are afraid of knowing?"

"Knowledge will do me nothing but harm. Knowledge is hurtful." I retorted.

"Child!" He scolded with voice soft as a whisper yet, it roared in my ears like thunder. I blinked at him, bit my own lip and try to hold back the tears.

"I do not want to grow up. It will hurt me. I do not wish it. Please, I do not want to." Never mind trying to hold back the tear, I wailed like a banshee with a broken heart.

"Cariad," the old man put his hand on my head. I can feel the warmth of his hand passing through me from head to toe. I also became aware of the coolness of the green grass and the mother earth under my feet, reverse the cooling flow from my toe to my head. There was a sense of balance, comfort and belonging.

"Accept your knowledge, child. Do not be afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing inside of you that will harm you. Wisdom is knocking at your door. Only your knowledge can open it. It is time to grow. Do not be afraid of it, Cariad."

There was a pull, the fraction of time where I realized that this is a dream and I have to go. "I don't want to go," struggled to hold on to the dream like it was oxygen, "don't make me go back. I'm scared."

He gave me a warm smile, "One day, you shall return. I promise. Go with my blessing, child, and open the door for Wisdom. It is your fate."

I woke up in tears. The sickness feeling of being yanked out from home, the place of comfort, acceptance and adoration.

How long has it been? When was the last time I see myself? Since June? Since April? Maybe longer? When did I go blind and lost myself to the world?

Foolish, I was. I'd so much longed for acceptance that I gave up everything, including myself to get it. Then, there is a pending fear that I will lose it again.

No more of that.

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Heather told me, "You have anxiety about nothing."

I raised my eye eyebrow at her.

"You worry to feel that you are in control," she continued.

My eyebrow hoisted up higher. "Enlighten me," was its wordless implication.

"You worry, so that things won't happen because you worried about it."

Funny. I never see worry in that light before, yet somehow, it made a perfect sense.

It's Friday the Thirteenth! Dun-dun dan...

First of all, let me tell you, people. Jury duty is excitement, boredom, stress and interesting rolled into one.

Second of all, my on line time has been incredibly limited, thus, I am exposed to real-life much more and I'm thinking…real life ain't so bad except for the part where people actually have to stop and go to the bathroom. I mean seriously, how often do you find a fantasy novel with a bathroom break scene in it?

Third of all, I miss you guys!

Forth, I love you, Rose. Things are mighty crazy this week but should slow down next week. I'll call and we'll start to nail down stuff for X-mas. *smoochies hugs*

PS - Fifth. Friday the 13th. I'm feeling like I should go get a tattoo, or something. O___o

..and yet, more pic spam

So, you already had an earful of them, now is the time to see them. I am proud to present you...MY LITTLE PONIES



This is the Thompson Twin. Warlock is the bigger of the two.



The twin, just hanging out. Although, I think Vodkaa is up to something, mischievous.



Here is my number one boy, Mister Warlock. Warly switches back and forth between being my best buddy and trying to dominate me and EAT ME until I give him cookies. I think I'm spoiling him rotten.



Vodkaa banana, the curious horse. Voddy is my Arabian Prince. He is funny and playful and would stick out his nose when I make smoochie sound and let me kiss him on the face. (Warly, on the other hand, hates it. He thinks I'm going to suck his face off.)



Teddy, my emo-boy. Teddy also goes by Teddy Buckett, Bucky or Teddy Headstand. He is a very gentle horse. And he generally is pretty calm, in his environment. Teddy used to be a racehorse. Life was tough for Little Teddy and when he didn't do well, they just decided to throw him away. Teddy gave up his racing shoes and is now looking into a dancing career. He really is a good horse. All is well as long as no other horses get too close to his personal space or look at him, or his food. He is very nice to the Mommy and the Baby, though.



Here is the Mommy and the Baby, Dancer and Galina. Galina's daddy is a show-y black Andalusian stallion. He lives in a palace stable at the equestrian center. Dancer, the mommy, was borrowed from a friend and she will have to go home soon. We think Teddy is going to become the baby surrogate father when Dancer goes home.

Well, that is all I have for now. Not shown here are Mister Gentle, Lady Bug, Miss Lucy, Groucho Marx and Golie the Pony.

Now, do you believe me when I said I normally suck at taking pictures?

Saw you not My Lady. Out in the garden singing.

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I don't usually take pictures because I think I suck. I love seeing the world through other people cameras though. However, I was inspired this time, and armed with my mobile/cellphone camera, I snapped under the cloudy sky. Here are some of my world's views.



Daisies are wonderful. I guess we can say this is the picture that started the Snapping-Psycho.



Behind these bushy yellow roses are fields of roses with all variety of shapes, sizes, and colors. Hard to see, but they are there.



This sundial stood in the courtyard at the end of the Rose Garden. It's funny. This is the first time I actually pay attention to it.



This is one of the two puppies that guard the entrance to the gallery building. I thought he looked sort of out-of-place with all the flowers. They are one of my favorites, though.



This is the center piece in the atrium behind the two puppies. So.much.strength, don't you think?



There is an herbs garden in the courtyard. Aunt Fancy kept watch over the fruits and vegetables. Her dress changes according to the seasons.



Want to make a wish at the wishing well?



Wormwood, people. The real WORMWOOD. I can almost see Snape's cloak disappearing into the high bushes at the edge of the garden.



This pomegranate tree has so much fruits the branches are so heavy it's licking the ground.



The boy with little ducklings. I love Duck Boy. There's something innocent, something mischievous, something that says "lookie what I got."



Puck is my most favorite of all things at the Huntington Library. Just look at him.



Doesn't he look like a petulant cranky prat? ♥



Venus and cupid at the Temple of Loooove.



Cupid and Psyche, the beautiful romantic story. I never thought about the visual image, not really, not like this. It caught me off guard to see Cupid as a child molester (as in a child who molests). Is there an opposite word for pedophile? Could just be the pervy side of my right brain, though. Meh.