Home On The Range

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalos roam
And I’ll show you a house full of pardon me vicar! LOL!



Home, home on the range!

Everyone's a Fruit and Nutcase!

My move is going messy. Moving from an unfurnished bridge of sighs bedsit to temporary residence in a shared furnished house and then at a later date to an unfurnished place of my own.

So, must head back and get on with packing. If anyone has a friend with a van let me know!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone’s a fruit and nutcase!!!!!!! It keeps you going when you toss the caber!



Some tossers yesterday.

More Textual Harrasment (an occasional series)

Did text my brother:-

I think I Will have “All Coppers Are Bastards” tattooed on my forehead in big bold letters

Kevin replied:-

Or move to manchester an tat ‘MUFC are shit’ on ur head . About Same effect noggin! K

I replied:-

Quite popular @ maine road?

Kevin replied:-

U WOULDN’T REACH IT

I replied:-

Perhaps if I had a police escort lmao! Thought no 1 in mank supported man u so it would b the 1 place I would b safe pic of charles 14 on blog sans baseball cap

Kevin replied:-

They’r everywhere. …but good point

I replied:-

Aye! Even in manky.. Likesay never have ACAB tattooed on 4head in case u l8r wish to pursue a glorious career in the riot squad “rite he’ll have 2 join the pigs”



Remember that facial tattoos can last a lifetime! Think twice! And hello Acab if you are reading this.

THE INNER LIGHT

”The Inner Light is probably associated by most people with the Society of Friends, but that Society of course has no monopoly therein. Everyone who believes in th indwelling of the Spirit of God in man is a believer in the Inner Light. Naturally the Mystics place more emphasis on it than those who incline rather to the institutional type of religion and the Quakers, being Mystics rather than Institutionalists, put the Inner Light at the very centre of their faith.”

“The Inner Light” by Gerald K Hibbert (1928 Ernest Benn Limited Fleet Street.)

My Next Door Neighbour is The Great Beast! and I am only Kabir (who he?)

Likesay Ros my neighbour is To Mega Theiron.... Meow!

Kabir You two would probably really get along!

Not a religion founder in any true sense, instead felt that everyone should follow their own path to God. "There is nothing but water in the holy pools. I know, I have been swimming there. All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can’t say a word. I know, I have been crying out to them. The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words. I looked through their covers one day sideways. What I talk about is only what I have lived through. If you have not lived through something, it is not true."

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 95% on Intuitive You scored higher than 8% on Structured You scored higher than 4% on Mildness You scored higher than 8% on Traditional

Link: The Religion Founder You Resemble Test written by Stinkbot on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Royal Tattoos (part one of an occasional series….)

Did Text my brother, and indeed a few other much loved friends.

Jean Baptiste Bernadotte had “All Kings are bastards” tattooed on his 4head B4 Bcumming king of sweden so he had to wear a baseball cap 4 the rest of his life..

Kevin replied

Idiot, should have had it written sdrawkcab

I replied

Thing is he also had “Death to Kings” tattooed on his cock so it was a nightmare swearing his mistresses 2 secrecy but since he founded the current dynasty with

History is boring……….



Charles XIV of Sweeden yesterday. Sans baseball cap.

The Devil's Picture Book

You are the Empress card. The Empress is the
archetype of the Mother. She creates and
nurtures life. She represents the abundance of
Mother Earth. The Empress is capable of using
nature in a productive way. She espouses art
for art's sake. Her planet is Venus, and she
embodies love of beauty and a strong value
system. Here is also found initial sensation.
This is the first really physical experience of
the world that The Fool has entered. The
Empress has a rich understanding of the world
based on her five senses. In a reading, The
Empress represents pregnancy, actual or
metaphorical. She indicates an act of creation
and a sensual experience of beauty. The Empress
is a nurturing force that wishes to see the
product of her experiences reach the next stage
of development. Image from A Photographic Tarot
http://www.bluewitch.com/healingtarot/healtar.htm
Deck


Which Tarot Card Are You?
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anyone got any pictures of cats?

Midnight Mass

Did text my brother

Come to Church! “It’s Great!” issued by the vicars’ club of england and wales on behalf of the church of england.

Kevin replied

‘check out the wine’n’bread special itz MIRACULUS! ! CofE Marketing Board

I replied

LMAO! I was listening 2 The radio & heard that 40 million will go 2 midnite mass 2 nite but mite have mis heard mite b 4.2 million a marketing success knowhow!

Likesay, looks like I won’t make it to midnite mass. Now if the Divine Liturgy of the Most Saintly Aleister Crowley where to be employed I would be up for it. I am pious after all. Perhaps it would do the Church of England no end of good, perhaps attendence at mass would be up. Mite be a problem finding Priestesses, though here at least in Yorkshire there is of course the Wimmins Institute who mite be persuaded to disrobe if need arose.



Seasons Greetings!

The Making Of The English Working Class

The Immortal, though sadly now dead Edward Palmer Thompson (E P Thompson, not to be confused with his Father Edward Thompson who was a Methodist Missionary) was described by one historian as the mummy and daddy of us all.

I always like to have a giggle at the title of his classic “The Making Of the English Working Class” wondering before the English Working Class was made who did the work….




I am seeking to rescue the poor stockinger, the Luddite cropper, the "obsolete" hand-loom weaver, the "utopian" artisan, and even the deluded follower of Joanna Southcott, from the enormous condescension of posterity

More Bloody Quizzes

No, I am not really doing this to annoy Gael... and I will get a picture of a cat up at some point. Problem is that I seem to have sussed out myspace (I am at bluebell) so likesay when some nice person offers a quiz. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And likesay I thought I was a good puritan. Oh well. It would seem I am indeed a Pagan, but a really wicked one. Of course some of questions on said quiz where a bit loaded. Blessed Be.

You scored as Paganism. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion. Paganism 83% Satanism 67% Hinduism 67% Buddhism 58% Judaism 50% Christianity 46% Islam 46% agnosticism 25% atheism 0% Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com

Good clean family fun!

My life has been rated:
See what your rating is!
Created by bart666

Wicked child!

Masked Strong Man You scored 47% Temporality, 60% Strength, and 38% activity!

For some reason, you are still pretty uncivilized, though you certainly are modern. You aren't very good at the whole "morality" thing, although you're smart enough to hide behind the "mask" of a priest or scientist, using their control over value to your own advantage.

This test tracked 3 variables. How the score compared to the other people's: Higher than 0% on Temporality Higher than 16% on Strength Higher than 19% on activity

Link: The Nietzsche Personality Test Test written by edwardevil on Ok Cupid

UP FOR EVERYTHING

UP FOR EVERYTHING You had sex with 21 out of 21!

One man's trash is guaranteed to be your treasure. You are up for EVERYTHING. A warm & wet place is all you need. Maybe not even both at once. It's kind of gross, really, but to each his own! Your greatest gift is that you'll boldly take whatever's available to you. The analysis: you said "no" to at most 1 woman on the exam, making you the least selective of all takers. You demonstrate almost no reservations whatsoever when it comes to sex with a woman. Test results are categorized into 8 levels of pickiness, as the graph to the right shows. You are the #1, most slutty, test taker. Congratulations.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 98% on tolerance

Link: The How Low Are Your Sex Standards Test written by chicken_pot_pie on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

The Vatican’s Favourite Condom?

It goes without saying that bearded plutocrat Richard Brason’s enthusiasm for family planning is to be applauded. Especially as he did Mates Condoms on a not for profit basis, and literally marketing family planning and safer sex to a new generation. It would be nice to see similar enthusiasm from the Vatican. I must confess I have never worked out why we do not, how can anyone be against family planning? Perhaps an all male heirarchy is always a bad idea…..

Why Branson named his business empire “Virgin” is another mystery. I must confess I never liked it. The Cult of Virginity is another of those sources of human misery, second perhaps only to global capitalism and the related cult of monogamy. Likesay I am no fan of the Church of Rome. And my own loss of virginity came too late (but likesay even the phrase “loss of virginity” or even the word virginity implies it is something precious and loss is ipso facto a negative. If only we could all make our way to sexual awakening in our own time, neither too early or too late…. If only!).

It has been noted that the one area of his empire without the Virgin name, in England at least, was Mates Condoms. Would “Virgin Condoms” sound a contradiction in terms? Apparently not….




Perhaps something was lost in the translation (instructions and details on back look French, address is Paris). Perhaps it is in no way connected to the Branson Empire, though the logo looks like that of Richard Branson. Perhaps it was intended for marketing in the weird and wonderful world of Roman Catholicism.

Likesay acquired said condom many years ago from a communal stockpile sourced from a skip for a conference at Cornerstone. No prizes for guessing who scored said collectivised johnnies. Hello Merrick and Annwen if you are reading this. Cheers!

Some words of wisdom from the Venerable Bluebell. It might not be wise to confess that you have used a skipped condom even if it was in date. Not if you are secretly sleeping with a self confessed control freak. I lived to tell the tale, no pregnancy scare (phew!).

Would you believe it though “Virgin in a Condom Provokes Outcry”.





Est enim nulla pars mei quæ est nulla pars Deorum!

Pictuers of Pussy on the Internet (part two of an occasional series)

Hello Gael sorry about the quizzes but one of them was written by my next door neighbour. Herewith picture of puddycat.

Woof Woof!

doggystyle fever Congratulations! You scored 53!

you freak you!!! you are one of a kind you like to keep things interesting whether your mate wants to or not. you like hair pulling and that good rough stuff, with all the juices dripping, you keep on doing you because no one can do you like you and you do it so well , and remember in doggystyle if something slipes in tthye out hole no one would care. you are a sexy beast!!, if yopu could be any sxual position you would be doggystyle!!!! bow wow wow..........

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 56% on sexable points

Link: The which sex position are you Test written by lala8171 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Politically Correct

Politically Correct You scored 35 offensiveness!

You are quite open minded, although believe needless racism is just that, needless. You are more comfortable with things that are PC, though not to the extent of suffering something bland. We recommend something light-hearted yet amusing with only minor un PC references, for example: One Foot in the Grave, Absolutely Fabulous, Father Ted, Blackadder, Black Books.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on offensiveness

Link: The How PC is Your Humour? Test written by silent_observer on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Sacred Condoms

As I left the Union today a beautiful devotchka did ask me if I would like a free condom. I answered affirmative and was given a Johnny.



Perhaps I could bless it and send it to the Pope? I might just.

Dies Saturnii

Saturday evening presents so much consumer choice. I can sit in my bridge of sighs bed-sit and be miserable. Or at a price I can go to a really loud alehouse. Or a really loud alehouse. Or a really loud Alehouse. Or a really loud alehouse. Or a really loud club. Or a really loud club. Or a really loud club. Eardrum splitting muszak everywhere.

This evening however it turns out that there was a free film to be seen in the City Art Gallery, well spotted my olde mate Doctor Fotis! The theme was tunnels. First set of films about various tunnels, on New York Subway mainly plus a sewer and pumping station plus the catacombs of Saint John the Unfinished big Steeplehouse in New York City. Either the filmmaker was crap at soundtracks or it was not played properly, or it was cunning use of sound by filmmaker. I suspect the first. Next very short about some clowns making a film by posing for a closed circuit television surveillance camera on New York Subway it would seem, and then filming public output. Lots of quotes from “1984” by George Orwell. “Big Brother is Watching You” “Sanity is Statistical” “War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength, Freedom is Slavery” and recording of apparently public reaction at other end especially as security move on said actors. “What they trying to say?” “That there are surveillance Cameras Everywhere” “Yes we know that anyways, so what”

Then some weird Frog film set on Paris metro apparently very 50’s black and white. Well composed scenes and shots. Then some further French film, this time soundtrack aok but couldn’t understand a word of it as it was in French with no subtitles.

Well you can’t complain about a free film. Whether or not it was worth watching is another matter. But what else is there to do in Leeds on a Saturday nite. Doctor Fotis mentioned about how the concept of the underground in Athens took some getting used to, and took a while to build. Plus yes. Tunnels have a certain aura to them, yet they are such an essential part of the world of the 21st century. Catacombs, sewers, underground railways, mines, wine cellars, basements.

What I Did In My Holidays (part two)

I am Gnakered! Since arriving back in Olde Blighty it has been a blessing to chat via various mediums to fellow survivors of Gnosis about how many days you need to recover from Gnosis. Perhaps I just don’t want the Magick to end.

Dies Veneris

So, to begin at the beginning. The minibus finally arrived at the Parkinson steps. It must have been hell for our much loved driver. Then off to a supermarket to stock up on the fruit of the vine. Wish you could get Moroccan stock cubes from Tossco. Perhaps I will follow Merrick’s lead and write to Tony Blair.



So up the Great South Road we headed. Funnily no one had a map, but we got there. There was a bit of singing an impassioned spontaneous production of “Hotel California” and “The Diggers Song” amongst others. Guess who brought copy of “Rise Up Singing”.

We arrived at Featherstone Castle. Perhaps it is not so much a castle as a fortified manor house. Whatever. You really can get lost in it! I did a few times. Wonder if the Northern Musgrave family who had the castle built have a rich vein of eccentricity flowing. Well we certainly do!

So into the kitchen. Coffee! OK this is all stream of consciousness innit? No worries.

I met Rosie the Unshockable on the green staircase. “Hi she says, I’m Rosie”

“I’m Bluebell” says I.

“Bluebell?!?” she says unshocked.

“Oh yes” I say with a smile. She continues:-

“I’m Rosie short for Rosemary”

“And I am Bluebell short for Bluebell”. I do recall the opening of the castle anthrax scene from “King Arthur and The Quest for The Holy Grail”. (I am Sir Galahad the chaste! I am Zoot, just Zoot)

Anyway great opening ritual. An invocation of Aphrodite. Aphrodite, with 3 graces, the Graces leading us into trance dance.

The ritual over, there is that post ritual pause broken by a shout of “Goldstrike!” A shot of Goldstrike for one and all, how else to begin Gnosis!





The Gnosis veterans had grabbed rooms, which where warm, the dormitories we where warned would be cold. I thought let a room grab me, eventually that night finding a small dormitory and sleeping warmly enough even though




There was a lovely feast complete with Date wine.



I heard that Naked Pete was due to do the fighting arts of ancient Egypt workshop. But he had not arrived but was due. I thought it would be another Pete until I heard told the story of how he acquired the nickname Naked Pete. Identical to the story told once by my old Mate from Leeds the one and only Nudie Pete.



Stayed up late and continued to socialise at the fireside in the gun room. I was so frightened of missing anything…..

Dies Saturnii

So, Saturday morning we had a lovely cooked breakfast! We had a workshop on the cat goddes of ancient Egypt. Then my old mate Nudie Pete turned up hurrah! Or was it the other way round, likesay this is all stream of consciousness……



Then a performance of Thunder Perfect Mind. Managed to stick my student card, some contraceptive devices and “The Electric Michaelangelo" in the cabinet. Also in was the Blue Lotus wine crafted by Rosie the Unshockable. At conclusion of the ritual we communed with said brew. Rosie giving a health warning that it was strong stuff. Perhaps it contributed to the ambience of tranquillity that permeated the gathering from that moment onwards. Or was it just me?

Not sure when we had the mask making workshop. There already was a black mask which I cut to size, touched up the black paint, painted 93 on in silver paint and added a blue and green feather. Oh and alas I don’t have a suspender belt in fat bastard size (road protestors sickness (too much special brew) alas) so improvised with elastic. Alas the Cornerstone Fancy Dress Party did not happen this year, so this being my once in a year opportunity to wear fishnet stockings, I was going to make the most of it. See Liber Oz.

The ball didn’t really happen, lots of ultra loud Goth music was played in the ball room, while most of the mob congregated in the Gun Room in front of the fire.

Then at midnight! Midnight Gnostic Mass of course! Nice to see some Piety. Hurrah! This was my favourite all time Gnostic Mass absolutely transcendent!

Then if I remember rightly, back to the Gun Room for late night fireside chats. Finally some drunken conversations about skyclad rituals. My thinking was we might as well do at least one skyclad ritual. Indoors would be fine. No said Nudie Pete a skyclad ritual is not skyclad without the sky. So Nudie Pete and one other brother and myself said lets go for it. Seeking guidance in bibliomancy and the Book of the Law,

A Feast for Tahuti and the Child of the Prophet – secret O Prophet! (the book of the law 2:39)

Thankfully common sense prevailed, viz, at this time of the year in the North of England an outdoor skyclad ritual should not be for 3 hours…. We agreed that the order of service would be a simple communion. We had no bread but an open bottle of wine. Nudie Pete said something about out into the car park, raise bottle, shout “Tahuti You Rock!” drink and pass bottle to next brother then close circle. So likesay Nudie Pete, another brother, and Bluebell did drop knickers and accomplish said ritual. Tahuti you Rock!

Dies Solis

Had a bit of a Sunday morning lie-in. Missed breakfast. Another fabulous lunch was cooked by Niki. So late breakfast lol! For the most part I think we chilled in the Gun Room prior to Gnostic Mass at about 1600 hhrs. This was my favourite all time Gnostic Mass absolutely transcendent!


One of the brothers had brought a copy of “The Sex Lives of the Roman Emperors”. Wikid! Just what you need at the Abbey of Thelema, the monks and nuns (possibly a few mad monks and mad nuns ;) ) eating their soup in mystic silence in mystical silence while one sister or brother reads from “The Sex Lives of the Roman Emperors” presumably until a sibling finally says “He did What!?!?!?!” Nah! We are all so unshockable.

So after evening meal we had a Ceilidh. It was explained that originally a Ceilidh was a sharing, of a song or a story, prize for the best song, best story and best lie of the evening. We finished with an awards for all the worthy participants and we where oh so worthy. I was dubbed campest Magician of Gnosis ivXIII and was awarded a well earned glass of beer. We continued with singings of “The Grandfather Clock” and “The Hippopotamus Song” amongst others. Oh it had been decided that there would be no more than one singing of “Jerusalem” that weekend so we sung “Jerusalem” there and then.

Dies Lunae

Gaz had warned us that we needed to be out of the Castle by 0900 hhrs. So we had an early start with a DIY breakfast. I had not slept. Had coffee then helped with washing up and restoring castle to previous condition. Then into the mini bus for the return to Old Blighty.



What a gathering! My thanks to the Gnostic Gnomes for making it happen and to all the lovely participants, you each brought so much. Hope to see you all again in this lifetime.

For days afterwards had

“I am the blue lidded daughter of the sunset
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night sky
To me! Always to me!”

Ringing in my ears, as someone played it being sung transcendently by some Swedish Thelemites.

Merry meet! Merry Part! And Merry Meet Again!

FEEL THE LOVE!



Alice in wonderland pics pinched from Lenny, cheers!