Thursday, December 26, 2019

[Pagan} Tourism in the Land of the Dead or I've been dead three times this month and didn't hand make any presents

Only in pagan circles.

Christians will say God told them to do something. And they never scruple about talking to God.
But if you want weird religious experiences, talk to pagans. We've been kicked in the head, possessed, impregnated and more by our gods.

And I've been dead three times since my birthday. More specifically, I've been to the land of the dead twice, and dead twice.

I walked the path to the Land of the Dead the first time on November 15th in the Festival of Souls Labyrinth.

The Labyrinth is the same pattern from year to year. But every walk is different. I've done it three times in 13 years. The first, I walked and chatted with my three grandmothers. (maternal, paternal bio and paternal adoptive)

The second, right after I lost my mother and a good friend, was a dark walk down into darkness, with the candles dying in my wake. No one was there, except me.

This year was a quiet, meditative walk. There was only one other person in the labyrinth (the other cook) and we passed like shades, sometimes near, sometimes from afar. I understood then, there was no one in the labyrinth to see me or visit me from the other side. This was my journey. I was recreating a soul's journey to the Land of the Dead. I had to understand it. That I have to understand this, tells me I may be called on to serve as guide again.

I came to the center, lit some incense, breathed and grounded. Then, I stepped over the rows of candles and let myself out. Because when you serve Hermes Psychopompus you get a "Get out of Hades Free" card. My arthritic legs needed it.

On Saturday night, the 16th, Gabriel hosted the Primal rit.

We passed though the veil (we were draped in cloth and had it raised on the opposite side we entered, letting us into the circle) and were beyond the land of the living.

There was a tale of The Beast, and how, after death, we are allowed to run with the Beast, and dance, and explore, until we choose what we would like next.

We chanted and danced, literally until we dropped. Then we were raised back to our feet, back to life, and sent back to the Land of the Living.

It was a powerful thing and I was very quiet rest of the weekend.

After all, I had been dead and was back. That changes a great many things about perspective and attitude.

But after my return, I wasn't quite right. Things were dark, dim. Even a sunny afternoon felt bleak. And I was dim myself. Food didn't taste much. Nothing moved me. I hadn't smiled for weeks. And I realized, I had left something on the other side.

So, December 13, at midnight under the last dregs of the last full moon of the year, Gabriel sent me back to the Land of the Dead. It took very little, just energy straight into my brain.

I walked with Hermes on the banks of the Styx and Charon came for us. Hades and Persephone welcomed me. They said I had left a lot here and I needed to take it back with me.

Hades showed me a pile of scintillating glass, in a rainbow of colors. "All the bits of yourself you have thrown away and killed off. You need them back."

"How?"

Persephone put the glass into an amphora, raising it in a vortex and swirling it in. "Drink it down, dear. The glass will work its way out of your skin as you reabsorb the traits you need."

I stared at the vase, a good three feet tall and full of bits of sharp glass. "I can't."

"You will." Hades brooked no argument. He's a stern god and when he says, you do. He held the amphora and I swallowed, the glass flowing down my throat in a painful river. I drank forever, tears running down my face.

I went down, deep inside where the cauldron of sacred fire rides in my hips, burning an eternal green. I guided the glass to the fire, hoping to be more comfortable. I had cast these unpleasant bits out for a reason.

Persephone stroked my face when I was done and told me I had done well. Hades reminded me they didn't want to see me for a long while. They sent me back to Hermes who walked me to the banks of the Styx.

Just as Charon hove in sight, Hades came to us. "You need to take this with you." He gestured at a coffin.

I opened it. Inside was a middle aged woman, a younger version of me, either dead or sleeping. In her arms lay a drowned little girl of about three or four, her skin waterlogged and gray, lake-water soaking her hair and dress. Marie. The original personality.

"I can't carry the box," I said.

"It cannot stay here without you?"

I stared at Angel, the public personality who had gone into the box several years ago, leaving me in charge. I wanted to cry at the sight of Marie. It was my job to protect her in death, as none of us could in life. And here she was, out of her room, out of her bed, looking worse by the second.

A deep ripping started somewhere near my head and Zara stepped out of us. We hadn't seen her in months. She stood, tall, all in black, her long black hair flowing free down her back.

"I will keep them until the others return." She covered the dead ones up and closed the box with a sorceress' seal. She lifted the box which grew smaller in her hands. She pressed it down to the size of a wallet and tucked it into her robes, near where her heart would be, if it wasn't in a jar. (at least I hope she put it back in its jar after the rage of grief in '15)

Hades smiled as Charon beached.  I thanked him, and thanked Charon, who grumbled about "tourists" as he shoved off. Hermes sat beside me with his invisibility cloak draped over us as we rode

I felt sicker and sicker, the glass riding badly. He held me and let me cuddle into his chest. One of the pieces of glass worked its way out of my skin on my chin, Clear now, all of me gone from it. He plucked it away and tossed it in the Styx.

"This is ridiculous. I can fix it but it will hurt a lot."

"Love, I just drank a pitcher of ground glass and had a whole alt ripped from me. Right now, pain is the least of my worries."

(about here, Megan opened the bedroom door and I came up briefly into the dream of reality. Gabriel sent me back down and he and Evan put their hands on me to help me stay down)

When we disembarked, he took me to a quiet part of the shore.

A gesture brought all of the glass out of me, shredding my skin. I screamed at that. He brought the brazier of scared fire out of me too. In a way only a god could, he passed the glass through the fire and it came up on the end of a glass blower's pipe.

"Blow, all you have and are and can be, blow it in here."

I blew the longest breath ever, draining everything to the tip of my toes. I took the fire back into myself, because it is mine. He tapped the glass off and said, "Look."

A beautiful, multicolored tempered glass heart lay in his hands. "It's still breakable, and as such will never be truly practical." He tipped it into my chest. "Go back now."

I sat upright and my eyes were clear. Evan was shaking his hand which was all pins and needles. Gabriel laughed at him. "It's been in the land of the dead, son, did you not expect it to feel odd?"

I told them all that had happened in the 18 minutes I had been gone.


Tonight was my most recent trip.

Tonight, my girlfriend's father died of stage four lung cancer. Eight months ago, it was a spot smaller than a dime. Tonight, it had eaten most of his lungs and metastasized into his bones. Agent Orange is a hell of a thing.

I went to the astral. He was waiting for me there, looking lost. And then looking a bit confused that I was the one to help him.

We walked the labyrinth together, his arthritis and the limp from his brain damage (car accident) gone. We talked. I promised to look after his daughter. It was a long walk to the center, even though it was only a seven-turn labyrinth. His grip on my hand got lighter and lighter.

At the center, he let go in a blinding flash of light and was gone.

I let myself out the usual way, stepping over two rows of candles.

When I opened my eyes, it was twenty minutes later than it had been.

He has gone swiftly and well.


Now, I'm hungry again. This veil crossing stuff will do that to a guy.

So there it is. Been dead twice and walked up to the gates of it two more times. It's been a rough forty days.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

How does it end?

I listen to the repeat of John Fugelsang's show as I drive to work in the morning. He does a segment called "Enhanced Interrogation" and always asks "How does this end?" I listen to Dean Obeidalla at night, and he always says "I can't predict what's next because I'm not a sociopath or a psychopath."

I am a psychopath. And I know how it ends.

1) The impeachment passes the House. The Senate either refuses to convict or refuses to hold the trial at all.

2) That man gets a second term, whether though Russian/Ukrainian interference, gerrymandering, general fraud or all the above.

3) Having declared Jews a Nationality as well as a Religion, he begins encouraging moves to Israel. Soon these become less encouraged and more compelled.
3a) Birthright citizenship is abolished.

4) He expands the concentration camp system. ICE gets less careful about making sure the people interned are not US citizens. When American citizens bring suit, Hispanic and Latin@ people will be declared automatically illegal aliens. More deaths. A major illness gets a foothold among the population and massive numbers of deaths occur. The bodies are buried in a mass grave, or cremated. The world is outraged.

5) The UN human rights commission and ACLU and major news outlets demand to see the camps. Observers are invited to do so, and promptly interned. Reporters are declared enemies of the state, of the people and of the world. Killing them is encouraged, jailing them is mandatory. When the UN logs a formal protest, it is evicted from New York City and the US unilaterally withdraws (via executive order, of course)

6) ALEC gets enough support for that constitutional convention. They only need 6 more states. With this group in charge, all changes will be made to benefit corporations and the rich. They'll start with a balanced budget amendment, and this will mandate cutting all social and benefit programs, in fact, everything but the military, to achieve.They may remove the very outdated 3rd Amendment (quartering soldiers), and use that as a springboard for others. The 13th, 15th and 19th are going to come under special fire.

They absolutely repeal the 22nd. The first is deeply abridged.

7) The 2024 election is rigged even harder than the 2020. Trump is either completely gone mentally or has died in office and been rigged up as an audioanimatronic. (h/t Norman Spinrad's "World War Last") Should this not be the case, he will have passed the presidency to either Don Jr. or Jared.

8) We have elections every 4 years, but the votes aren't actually counted and there is forever a Trump in the White House. Until they move it back to Trump Tower because Washington DC is a declasse address.

9) Under Mike Pence, the Evangelicals get their way in every particular. When Roe, followed by Griswold, is overturned, some of them lose their fervor and close their pocketbooks, so the next great enemy is created. As Roe was used to take the place of segregation, so they will use racial issues to take the place of Roe. America is a White Christian Country, and by their White Jesus, they're going to make it one.

Non-Christians are encouraged to convert. Soon encouraged becomes required. Places of worship are closed, meetings are banned, businesses are boycotted and sometimes targeted for violence. It starts with Jews, Muslims and Hindus, soon expanding to Sikhs, Buddists and pagans. Some white atheists begin quietly passing for Christian, as do some white non-Christians.  Some manage to out-migrate.

Modesty culture becomes mandatory and sumptuary laws are seen again for the first time in centuries. Women begin to be shut out of some jobs, and then more and more.

The QUILTBAG is forced back into the closet, legislated against and tracked. Rumors of re-education/concentration camps abound.

10) As we have run out of Hispanic and Latin@ people, African Americans are declared African, not American. Under the 13th amendment alterations and destruction of birthright citizenship, they are illegal aliens and can either be interned or re-enslaved. Or deported. Those who can still afford it, escape to Mexico, Brazil and Canada. Some join the African Deportation, sponsoring their own ships, and planes, with captains guaranteed not to dump the passengers in the ocean.

Through it all, we keep cozying up to Russia. More and more Russian words begin to show up in everyday use, beginning with Fox News and carrying over to politicians. By 2032, it almost sounds as if we're speaking Nadsat.
We remain entangled in eternal wars around the world.

As rest of the world tries to move forward, we maintain our stubborn retreat. As the oceans rise, our scientists are banned from talking about climate change. People who can get out start trying, but soon the borders close.
The economy continues to be lopsided, many many low wage workers, a few very wealthy at the top. No middle class. Some people still identify as such and try to maintain the mid-20th centuries values from their grandparents and parents, but most do not. Corporations make the laws, alter the tax code to their benefits and nearly own the people outright. The Company Town makes an appearance, possibly in its shiny, futuristic disguise of an arcology.


How does it end? This nasty retreat into corporate feudalism?
I'm not sure it does. But this is where I see things going right now, barring some cataclysmic event.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Goals for November

November is a busy month.

Nov 14-17 is Festival of Souls. I am doing a class on death, one on Hellenism and helping with Olivia's handfasting. And I am The Kitchen Witch. Meals are planned, shopping lists made and submitted.

Nov 27-30 is Thanksgiving break. We're going to Lawton OK because Christopher's son should be here by then and we have presents for everyone: Baby, Dad, Mom and Brother. We are very excited although it will be crowded. Dad and Jen, and Mudd and me, Jon and Oli and Evan. Bun was considering joining us, but I think she's changed her mind


So, in light of all that, my goals for November

16 days to the gym
8 mystery shops
50,000 words written
5 lbs lost
300,000 points on KO Trivia
4 movies watched
4 books read
Baby blanket
Nursing shawl
mer-tail afghan
dragon hat
Reinbeers

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Clean energy is the future

The ordinary conservatives laugh at the idea of solar power. They've been told for 40 years that it's a joke. They believe climate change isn't happening, and renewable energy is a pipe dream.

Disney doesn't think it's a joke. 25% of the entire Disney resort in Florida runs on solar. 2 of the parks are completely powered by solar. For the record, the Disney resort is the size of San Francisco. Their solar farm produces 50 megawatts, enough to power 10,000 homes. It's set to halve their emissions. Disney takes global warming seriously because if Florida gets too hot, or is washed away, they lose millions a day.
(Forbes talks about the finacials of it here: https://www.forbes.com/sites/christopherhelman/2016/02/29/disney-world-taps-solar-power-with-mickey-mouse-pv-project)

Tokyo Disney uses solar for much of its electricity. Paris Disney uses geothermal.

They're also trying to make it pollinator friendly, a place for bees, birds and butterflies, in an effort to combat the species depredations.

Lego has gone all renewable as well, 3 years ahead of schedule.
https://www.good.is/articles/lego-renewable-energy
The fun part of this is that their new wind farm is made entirely of legos!

So, the largest media and theme park company, and the largest toy manufacturer. This is child's play, silliness, right? Wrong.


The US military, in an effort to be more self-sufficient, has gone heavily solar.
Many bases are partially solar powered by the 130 megawatts of solar farms. Military oil consumption fell 20% between 2007 and 2015. This reduces our dependence on foreign oil and keeps us safer in the field. 10-12% of casualties are fuel and water convoys. Long supply lines are the bane of any force, and equipping soldiers with their own gear to provide personal power instead of large generators is safer and more effective. It reduces the individual's load by about 25 lbs and also adds a stealth factor. Diesel generators are noisy and can give away locations.
https://solarmetric.com/learn/how-is-the-us-military-using-solar-power/

This article from 2017 is excellent, talking about the ways various branches are using renewable energy. "Marines in Afghanistan began carrying solar panels in 2009 to forward bases in battles with Taliban fighters. They used them to power batteries for communications, GPS and night-vision goggles. The panels not only reduced the need for convoys, they allowed marines to shut off generators, hushing operations and making them harder for enemies to detect."

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-military-green-energy-insight/u-s-military-marches-forward-on-green-energy-despite-trump-idUSKBN1683BL


Other companies are going solar, many choosing to own their solar panels outright
https://www.cnbc.com/2018/05/28/10-massive-corporations-going-big-on-solar-power.html
Ikea, Johnson & Johnson, even Macy's. Amazon and Costco.

Even Walmart is going green, using 100% renewable energy
https://www.conserve-energy-future.com/top-companies-that-are-going-green.php



Apparently there is money to be had by going green.
Companies, retailers, even the military are accepting the idea that the world is changing.
Maybe it's time to listen to them, and open some eyes.




Monday, September 23, 2019

Active travel planning

In August, Mudd and I have been married 30 years. It seems to call for more than dinner at the local casino.

So, we are traveling in March, during his spring break.

On March 22, we head to Florida, at some unreasonable hour. I figure we'll take a cooler with drinks and our suitcases. I'm hoping to not need a wheelchair, but I will take my cane.

We can grab lunch in Atlanta, probably Red Robin (gift card), with their unlimited fries.
I also like the idea of Bojangles chicken for dinner
We'll need cash for tolls.
Then we pull into the Rodeway Inn, check in and call it a night. The Rodeway serves breakfast every morning.

Sunday is a recovery day. We check the breakfast, check supplies, go to the store, set up a park bag, and sight see. We might go to Old Town and check it out. Perhaps a microwave lasagna for dinner.
I plan to carry soda because we are not on a dining plan, and it's $4.50.

Monday, we head to Kennedy Space Center. (tickets to be purchased in Oct with Sept's mystery shop money)
We'll have a look at some maps and decide what we most want to see.
Not sure about food (see what i have in gift cards)

Tuesday is a busy day. (tickets are acquired)
We eat early and drive over to the parks (parking fee) make Hollywood studios at Rope Drop.
All I really want here is Galaxy's Edge. I want to ride both rides, buy a spira at the Droid Depot (I promised to bring one home to Hermes for his shrine), eat a ronto wrap and generally bask.

Then we head to the Magic Kingdom for a late lunch at Liberty Tree Tavern, a ride on the Haunted Mansion and anything else I can talk Mudd into (Pirates of the Caribbean and the Liberty Belle riverboat are both on my list, maybe the Monsters Inc laugh floor comedy show.). Then, we monorail over and spend the evening at Epcot, exploring Future World, riding a few things. Maybe enjoy some shawarma as we see the water parade.

Wednesday is a recovery day. Sleep in, rest, swim if the weather suits.

Thursday is Epcot all day.
We'll take the shuttle, and ride the skyliner from Hollywood Studios to Epcot.
Then it's anything Mudd wants to see and do and ride. I think we're getting fish and chips from Yorkshire County Fish Shop for dinner. Maybe poutine and some snacky stuff for lunch.

Friday, we head back. We can do it all in a day, or stay a night in Atlanta as needed

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Needing Genre suggestions

So, it was suggested I try writing something I never have. I looked blankly at the guy and said "I'm not sure there is one."

According to my Backlist, I've written Horror, Urban fantasy, Fantasy (mythopoetic and high fantasy), SF (including post apocalyptic, cyberpunk, steampunk, dark future), Contemporary, and Historical (medieval, age of sail, western, 1920s, depression, 1970s)

What am I missing?


Backlist, including Patreon shorts.

Horror 1 novel, 7 shorts
Alive on the Inside

Blood Red Rose
Firstfruits
Fool's Taj Mahal
Neighbors
Not Like Other Girls
Show your faces
Still Rolling

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Urban Fantasy: 3 novels, 25 shorts
Power in the Blood
Spellbound Desire
Wild Hunt

Ain't No Easy Run
Between Despair and Ecstasy
Blue Mistletoe
By the Fire With Care
Cake under the Mistletoe
Color of Magic, color of money
Crossroads
Deadman's Curve
Five Time Loser
Fruits of thine
His Wicked Way
Hunger for the Edge
Illusions of Safety
Looking Down the Road
Miskatonic Mistletoe
Prey
Riding the Edge
S is for Succubus
Serpents
Sideshow Roses
Singing Up the Moon
Siul a ruhn
Songs for Guitar and French Harp
That's How we Roll
Tuition Fees

Fantasy: 5 shorts
Rock us all Down
Sweet Persuasion
Worth the Woe
Outfoxed
Wishing Away

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SF:

Red Velvet

Post Apoc SF: 1 novel, 1 short
Barbarossa's Bitch
That Time they Talk About

Space Opera: 1 novel, 7 shorts
Heart's Bounty

The Arcology Job
Breathe Deep
For Love of Etarin
Plumbing the Depths
Pride of the Rangers
Recovery
Welcome Winter

Dark future: 4 novels, 6 shorts
Anthony
Glad Hands
Nikochan
Nikolai

Breakers
A Gift of Scars
Gourmet Etude
One gift at a time
Orion Rising
A Visit from Nikolai


Cyberpunk: 1 novel, 5 shorts
Hard Reboot

Chained to the Wheel
DoubleDealing
Eight Days Ablaze
Pushing the Boundaries of Reality
Swimming through the Net

Steampunk  1 novel 10 shorts
The Sweet Science

Adventuresses
Cherry Tart
The Devil's Children
Experiments
Five to One
Induced Paroxysms
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch
Moved to Action
Skyrat
Skyway Robbery


Contemporary 1 novel 18 shorts
Shell-shocked

Captain's Orders
ChainMale
Change of Plans
Collared Hearts
Drive
Fannish Activity
Frosted Hearts
Hot Load
Imperial Entanglements
Long Term
Master Bear
Out of Options
Raising the Dead
Paying Forfeits
Stolen Chocolate Tastes Sweetest
Talk like a pirate day
Thigh to thigh
Tiochfaidh ar la

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Historical:

Medieval: 1 novel, 2 shorts
Heart of a Forest

Under the Skirts of Sherwood
Waterwheel

Age of Sail: 2 novels, 1 short
Privateer's Treasure
Privateer Plundered
Blood Rubies

Western: 1 short
Showdown at Yellowstone River

1920s adventure:  2 novels, 2 shorts
Curse of the Pharaoh's Manicurists
Terror of the Frozen North
Rock the Casbash
Stolen by Slaves of the Monkey God

Depression: 1 short
Man Hunt

1970s: 1 short
Racing the Past

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Semi-Annual Where to Find Me post

A guy's gotta have a social media presence.

Here's where to find me. This is the primary blog.

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/NickRowan

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nick.rowan.9678

Twitter: https://twitter.com/NickRowan16
I usually schedule the posts for this

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/nicholasrowan
A mixed bag of politics, crafting and geekery

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nick.w.rowan/
Cat pictures and drag

Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/valarltd/

Youtube, with Drag videos under videos
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRY6DbSZBTN42bLPxDGCgmA

The Disney Trip Saving and plan
https://nicksfreedisneytrip.blogspot.com/