Showing posts with label We Are Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label We Are Love. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2012

More Comments from "Anonymous"

No offense, "Anonymous", but why can’t you even come up with an invented name? This next "Anonymous" who posted on Piero Barone and His Marshmallows, and who I assume is not the same "Anonymous" as the previous few "Anonymous-es" – wanted to know why I hadn’t rushed over to Amazon.com to assault the women who had written bad reviews about Il Volo’s latest cd.

Um ... perhaps because I hadn’t been reading them? In all fairness there aren’t that many of them, but (a) they seem to be copying each other, leading one to suspect it’s one troll under multiple screen names, or (b) the few bad reviews there are seem to be the work of a boatload of poorly educated broads who have no idea how to compose a proper review.


My favorite childish outburst came from a genuine dimwit named Carol Cortazzo, who was "reviewing" (and we use that word so loosely it may not be in the same stratosphere), "We Are Love". Now, trust me I don’t really care if you have good reasons for not liking something, but this was her inane "review":

"From being amazing young Italian singers they have become imitations of American punk-looking, skinny nobodies who happen to have been blessed with great voices. We have enough no-talent teanagers here. We need more original talent. They should be themselves. I would not recomend this CD to anyone and probably will not buy their new CDs."

Oooooh. There will now be a pause while we applaud Miss Cortazzo’s "sterile granny panties in a twist" grand diva-esque exit and peculiar spelling of the words "teenagers" and "recommend" and yell "Buh-bye!" at her cellulite-laden buttocks ... but really – none of that made a lick of sense. PUNK-looking? This group of teenagers? (see photo, above left) The least punk-looking group of teenage boys I can think of? And "skinny"? What, she’d rather they were all fat and clumsy?

Hey, but at least they had "great voices" – and you would have thought that her review of a cd of songs would have made mention of that, instead of picking on them for getting skinnier as they grew taller, which at least two of them did. Since they are – when last we looked – teenage boys. She may not like it, but she can’t get around it. Teenage boys grow up.

I’m not even sure I want to beat the broad up, Anonymous – this wasn’t even a review of the cd – I doubt anyone could figure out what had pissed her off, but it sounds insanely personal. Either that, or proof that women need to gobble down a handful of Midol before composing reviews of anything. Damn idiot sounded like one of them stood her up on a date or something.

I know, I should talk, since I seem to be complaining about everything too. My only explanation at the moment: in addition to a broken kneecap, the Sky Sadist knocked a filling out of one of my bottom molars and then laughed uproariously at the doubled pain. One emergency root canal later ... I sit in the office glumly opening one of my two lunchtime Chinese fortune cookies that reads, "Your winsome smile will be your sure protection." Really? You’re sure about that? I HAVE NO WINSOME SMILE RIGHT NOW, YOU IDIOTS!!! I can’t even open my mouth! [kapow!]

Actually, to be even more accurate, I’m not all that sure I had a winsome smile before the emergency root canal, thanks to the Bells Palsy.

The other cookie: "You will be traveling and coming into a fortune." OK, that I can live with. I’ll come into a fortune and then travel without any sure protection. Lovely. Remind me not to carry cash.

My previous entry may have reminded some readers of Umberto Eco’s famous quote about lunatics in Foucault’s Pendulum:

A lunatic is easily recognized. He is a moron who doesn’t know the ropes. The moron proves his thesis; he has a logic, however twisted it may be. The lunatic, on the other hand, doesn’t concern himself at all with logic; he works by short circuits. For him, everything proves everything else. The lunatic is all idée fixe, and whatever he comes across confirms his lunacy. You can tell him by the liberties he takes with common sense, by his flashes of inspiration, and by the fact that sooner or later he brings up the Templars.

Or, in my case, "she". Fine. I claim lunacy with pride – probably caused by intense pain – having circled back around to the Templars two entries ago, in the Solomon and David discussion.

I also mentioned in a previous entry that I was reading Born of a Woman, by John Shelby Spong ... one of his comments led me to research another book and author, The Illegitimacy of Jesus: A Feminist Theological Interpretation of the Infancy Narratives, by Jane Schaberg – basically, her theory was that Jesus was actually the son of a Roman centurion and a product of rape, and I say "theory" only because I haven’t read the book.

What struck me, though, were the hideously evil posts from christians that followed the book summary: cursing her, damning her to hell, threatening to murder her, wishing they could burn her at the stake ... basically post after post of things so vicious and ugly your jaw just dropped. Jesus must be so proud of all these insane followers doing things he sure never did.

Nymphs
by: Evelyn Scott (1893-1963)

Normally I’m not a big fan of Evelyn Scott – after we tried to parse and otherwise evaluate her "Tunnel" (which had my U of M creative writing class muttering "ewww!" under their breaths) I didn’t think I would like anything she wrote– but I later changed my mind. This one I liked.

The drift of shadows on the mountainside,
Blue and purple gold!
Purple dust sifting through fingers of ivory:
Cool purple on ivory breasts.
I see arms and breasts,
Upturned chins,
Slanting through the dust of purple leaves:
Ivory and gold,
Bare breasts and laughing eyes,
That drift on the shadowy surf
And surge against the side of the mountain.


Friday, November 23, 2012

We Are Love, and More from Enoch

Ahhhhhh. Why do I keep forgetting from year to year how exhausting cooking a big meal is? Pause for a breather. All I have on the menu is the turkey, whipped potatoes with gravy, fresh green beans, a molded gelatin salad and poppy seed cake for dessert ... and as uneventful as that menu is, I feel like I’m serving an 8-course meal! Gelatin salad just went back into the fridge to finish setting up. Need to start the potatoes boiling and the giblet gravy in a new minutes ... and my least favorite part: turning the turkey over and praying I don’t drop it. Knowing me? Bets are being taken at the betting window.

So apparently I wasn’t the only listener who thought Il Volo’s We Are Love cd was an unbelievable second album.

Il Volo We Are Love Album Review

Sylvie Lesas on November 20, 2012

"Il Volo is back with their second album We Are Love. Co-produced by Grammy winning producer Humberto Gatica and Tony Renis, this cd sends chills down your spine from beginning to end. It is clearly a masterpiece.

Beautifully interpreted , the album is emotionally intense. Il Volo shines on the entire cd, offering perfect duets with Placido Domingo on Il Canto and Eros Ramazzotti on Cosi’ which is magnificent. They just take every song to another level. The harmony is flawless. The passion in their voices is pure delight whether on U2 cover Beautiful Day or the splendid version of the Aerosmith/Diane Warren Hit I don’t want to miss a thing. It is often even better than the original because the trio brings their unique touch of creativity. They also did justice to classics such as my first favorite Historia De Un Amor that tells the suffering after the death (or the loss) of a love. Just poignant.

Written by Diane Warren, I Bring You To My Senses is an upcoming hit. Non Farmi Aspettare is another highlight of this album and ends the album as strong as it began.

So We Are love is one of 2012 best albums. With their incredible voice on their debut record, they have conquered the world. With We are Love, Il Volo is going to dominate it."
http://evigshed.com/il-volo-we-are-love-album-revie/
Oooo, dominate. Yessssss. "One of 2012’s best albums"! I love it!

But moving forward:




This is the place. Stand still, my steed,

Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "A Gleam of Sunshine", 1846

Just finished reading a series of product reviews on Amazon and have a prediction to make:

My Prediction: In a very short time, scriveners will again become popular and useful in the United States. Start making your business cards now!

(Scriveners were the literate few who used to read letters to and write letters and other legal documents for, their illiterate customers). Just sayin’. I have never read so many garbled comments from so many people completely incapable of composing a literate sentence in my whole life. It’s mind boggling.

And speaking of idiots, back to my newly formed campaign to FREE THE INCUBI from the clutches of the christian and wiccan church ladies!!! (see last entry). Hmmm. I really need a better catch phrase than that, come to think of it. I might free the succubi, too, if I had some idea where they originated. Incubi I suspect may have originated with the angels described in Enoch, but succubi? I’m not sure yet. I read a website with stories of succubi, but all of the stories seemed to be about horny clerics blaming succubi for their own lust – after christians had already taken over the village and stomped around telling people they were sinners for doing what came naturally. Supposedly, Lillith was the first succubi, but I don’t know where that myth came from.

But back to Enoch and the the first band of angelic lovers. If you read this self-righteous judeo-christian tale of woe, you’re pretty much left with two conclusions: (1) angels are no more intelligent than the average human being (and that’s not saying much), and (2) their deity has the emotional maturity of a sulking, spoiled toddler, and that’s not saying much, either.

CHAP. VII [SECT. II]

1. It happened after the sons of men had multiplied in those days, that daughters were born to them, elegant and beautiful. [Why, thank you very much, yes we are!]

2. And when the angels, the sons of heaven, beheld them, they became enamored of them, saying to each other, Come, let us select for ourselves wives from the progeny of men, and let us beget children. [Now I realize this doesn’t particularly support the claim that incubi started here. If they did start here, you’d be reading that the angels said, "Wow! Check out those hooters! Let’s go have hot steaming sex with them after they go to sleep!" Instead they actually (oddly) want to get married and beget children. So, at this point, you’d think that wanting to get married and have children instead of deflowering virgins in their sleep would be a GOOD thing. But no.]

3. Then their leader Samyaza said to them; I fear that you may perhaps be indisposed to the performance of this enterprise;

4. And that I alone shall suffer for so grievous a crime. [Nowhere are we being told – yet – what the grevious crime is that Samyaza is convinced he’ll have to answer for. If I were a maiden and an angel visited me and asked for my hand in marriage, I’d certainly be surprised, but I might accept this as a compliment, not a crime. But what do I know?]

5. But they answered him and said; We all swear;

6. And bind ourselves by mutual execrations, that we will not change our intention, but execute our projected undertaking. [There are those who might think that this phrase, ‘mutual execrations’ means something like "mutual oaths", "mutual promises". But according to every dictionery I checked, the word ‘execration’ means a "curse", and not just a curse, but a curse combined with loathing. Enoch has apparently already passed a hideous judgment on these guys even before their deity did.]

7. Then they swore all together, and all bound themselves by mutual execrations. Their whole number was two hundred, who descended upon Ardis, which is the top of mount Armon.

8. That mountain therefore was called Armon, because they had sworn upon it, and bound themselves by mutual execrations. [Mount Armon is now known as Mount Hermon (photo), located on the Israeli side of the Golan Heights. In honor of the "curses" sworn there, Israel has built a ski resort and a motorbike trail. That would do it, I imagine. If the newly formed "Free the Incubi Group (FIG)" had a sacred ground, this might be it. Nah. Still don’t like the group title.]

9. These are the names of their chiefs: Samyaza, who was their leader, Urakabarameel, Akibeel, Tamiel, Ramuel, Danel, Azkeel, Saraknyal, Asael, Armers, Batraal, Anane, Zavebe, Samsaveel, Ertael, Turel, Yomyael, Arazyal. These were the prefects of the two hundred angels, and the remainder were all with them. [More on them later.]

10. Then they took wives, each choosing for himself; whom they began to approach, and with whom they cohabited; teaching them sorcery, incantations, and the dividing of roots and trees. [A-HA!!! Now we start to get some idea of what happened!! They turned the women into witches!!! I hope a mega-watt lightbulb just went on in some wiccan heads.]

11. And the women conceiving brought forth giants,

12. Whose stature was each three hundred cubits. These devoured all which the labor of men produced; until it became impossible to feed them;

13. When they turned themselves against men, in order to devour them;

14. And began to injure birds, beasts, reptiles, and fishes, to eat their flesh one after another, and to drink their blood.

15. Then the earth reproved the unrighteous. [I realize it’s to my own advantage to not believe this tale as it unfolds, but let’s toss some logic at this, shall we? Nowhere in this story does it say that the wives of the angels died screaming in agony as they were giving birth or trying to nurse these offspring. So, "brought forth giants" seems a bit of a stretch. True, the children could have shot up during puberty, but I’m going to put a bit more credence in biology and human DNA than the lack of logic we’re looking at here. But in a minute you’ll see why this story was invented. Version #1 of "THE FLOOD" is about to be written down. Enjoy.]

CHAP. VIII

1. Moreover Azazyel taught men to make swords, knives, shields, breastplates, the fabrication of mirrors, and the workmanship of bracelets and ornaments, the use of paint, the beautifying of the eyebrows, the use of stones of every valuable and select kind, and of all sorts of dyes, so that the world became altered. [Logic problems again. Enoch just finished saying the men were being eaten up by all of these so-called giants. Now he’s teaching them the art of warfare? Which sentence is actually true?]

2. Impiety increased ; fornication multiplied ; and they transgressed and corrupted all their ways. [Ahhh. That old bugaboo: fornication. Which was, I’m sure you’ll agree, the method that resulted in all of the "begetting" the judeo-christian text is so full of. What, every middle-eastern woman was capable of immaculate conception? No, dearies: begetting after begetting after begetting is a direct result of fornication. You may not like it, but you have to live with it.]

3. Amazarak taught all the sorcerers, and dividers of roots:

4. Armers taught the solution of sorcery;

5. Barkayal taught the observers of the stars

6. Akibeel taught signs;

7. Tamiel taught astronomy;

8. And Asaradel taught the motion of the moon.

9. And men, being destroyed, cried out; and their voice reached to heaven. [Again with the screwed up logic. How were the men destroyed? By their own recently-learned warfare, or by these so-called giants, who apparently did NOT destroy all the men, as Enoch said. Sounds to me like they did it to themselves. In any event, after a lot of military orders in Chapter Nine ("Michael! Gabriel! Go kick some angelic ass!"), here’s a line from Chapter Ten: "all the earth shall perish; the waters of a deluge shall come over the whole earth, and all things which are in it shall be destroyed."]

Ahhh, yes. The Flood. So which version is correct? This one? That one? Another decision to be made by people other than me, I suspect. I am discussing Angels who have sex with women.

If you look at the list of things they taught us – and by "us", I mean the women they turned into happy, sexually fulfilled witches – you can see why it is beneficial to christians to perpetuate the stories of these angels being demons. And they do to this day! In fact – and I find this astonishing! – even Satanists are happy to perpetuate the myth that Incubi are demons, and they’re the first people to jump up and down, claiming to be misunderstood! They are, actually, but they seem to be doing the same thing.

Next: the individual prefects of the 200 angels who love women.
 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Incubi come from Watchers?

Am relaxing this day before Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Thursday with a White Fluffy: 1 oz. marshmallow vodka, 1 oz. dark chocolate liqueur, 2 oz. cream, all poured over ice and garnished with marshmallows and cocoa powder. Yum. Tomorrow I’m going to taste absinthe for the first time – have my own glasses, sugar cubes and spoon! – expensive as hell, but supposedly heavenly. But first ...

Il Volo released their latest cd. (I would have said "second", but they released so many variations of #1 – Continental, Global, Spanish, French, Takes Flight/Live in Detroit – and I suppose the christmas mini-cd counted as something – I’m not sure what number this actually is). Anyway, they just released their latest cd.

You get so used to groups or solo artists releasing their first cd, a spellbinder, and then falling flat on the second ... even someone as talented as Vittorio Grigolo, whose classical crossover career fizzled as fast as an open bottle of coke in a desert ... but not so this one.

My jaw dropped again – this is actually better than the first one, and I didn’t think that was possible, because I adored the first one! Holy crap, these guys are awesome! I can’t even find a "least" favorite, and I could on the first one – ("Smile". They sang it beautifully, it was just a snoozer of a song).

Mr. Signpost tossed out one of the Native American Plagiarist’s insipid tweets again: "Unusual sights can fill the heart with great joy. Keep your eyes open for the odd and different." Well, okey-dokey dear! And you have a real Tinkerbelle Day too, ‘kaaaaay?

Of course, the very next thing I saw was this photo:


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of the members of Il Volo goofing off while getting ready for a concert in Los Angeles.

Keep in mind that this was one of their last concerts at the tail end of a long, three-month straight, country-wide tour of the states. They were three exhausted and punch-drunk teenagers, eager to go home ... so silliness was perfectly understandable to those of us who had working brains.

Ah, but America is so lacking in working brains and so overstuffed with pretentious church ladies, the reaction of the American Hissy Fit Society was utterly predictable. "Eeek!" "Put your pants back on!" "Ohhh NOOO!" "Can’t we just... sing?" ...

Perfect example of the puritanical nonsense most American women spew all over the place to the point where your fingers are literally itching to slap them silly. European women wouldn’t have even blinked; American women – some of them, anyway – were all in this flutter of despair that "da boys" had turned into lusty old men on them. I’m sorry, I started laughing so hard I almost fell out of my chair at some of their prissy, condescending church-lady nonsense.




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Lost my train of thought. Incubus. I arrived back at the incubus question via the direct and roundabout way: a while ago, I discovered that I really missed my daily sonnet burning its way out of me – and while the agony that provoked them has lessened somewhat, the comfort derived from creating them has not. I decided to start writing again.

I thought I would venture off in a different direction with the second poetry series. My inspiration was found in Milton’s Paradise Lost – although when I say "inspiration", I actually mean that the more I read of it initially, the more I wanted to slap him too for allowing himself to be sucked into a mass delusion. On the other hand, the more I read about him, the less I was sure as to what he did believe. Some day, I may get around to reading a biography. Meanwhile ...

This is the bit that bothered me:

Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme

I do realize that the line directly after "Aonian mount" was a nod to either or both Matteo Maria Boiardo’s Orlando Innamorato or Ludovico Ariosto’s Orlando Furioso but my irritation was his reference to the Greek gods and their creation being far inferior to his "Adam and Eve" story.

For the more under-educated readers, "Aonian mount" is a another way of saying "Ionian mount" which is another way of saying, "Greek mountains, such as Mount Olympus, which was the home of the Grecian deities." He’s basically saying, "They sucked; I win!" So, yes, he more or less comes across as the literary Sheldon Cooper of medieval poetry.

Second point being: a complete refutation of John Milton’s Paradise Lost is also possibly among those "things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme" (I suspect not but wouldn’t lay down a wager on it), but that’s the direction I wanted to go. I began this attempt a few weeks ago. And as I have decided that I also want to look down my upturned nose at poetry that doesn’t have a rhyming structure ... I ridicule him for his complete rhyming failure as well! BWAH-HA-HA!

So, speaking of Paradise Lost, and the urgent need christians have to demonize human sexuality ("Bad incubus! Bad! Bad!"), it made me wonder how many other spiritual beings were respected and even loved by the pagan world, and then turned into sexualized demons by christians.

For example, The Horned God was so demonized he appears regularly on your TV as Hellboy with his horns shaved off ... (and actually, I love Ron Perlman’s interpretation of him, so I’m not picking on Hellboy, believe me). But the Horned God was absolutely beloved in the pagan world, not made into something evil, as christians have done. Rather than draw from a variety of sources, I’ll quote from Wikipedia that the horned god was "associated with nature, wilderness, sexuality, hunting and the life cycle." I’m not sure this was one of the sources of sexuality and demons, but it certainly contributed. I’m not sure how far back that goes.

In the Book of Enoch. ("the wha ...?") we read an interesting story about The Watchers. The Book of Enoch is dated back to somewhere in the 3rd century B.C. Some of the mythology in Enoch is found in judeo-christian texts, but the larger version is only in Enoch. What makes Enoch interesting as far as research into incubi and sucubi is concerned? Angels falling in love with women and mating with them. But even that isn’t the whole story.

This may be one of the first mentions of situations which christians now call an "attack by an incubi". Basically, so Enoch reports, angels fell in love with human women, mated with them, and the resulting offspring were ... not particularly human, to put it politely.

But I’m not sure that was essentially correct. Enoch lists the band of angels who fell in love with mortal women; their leader’s name was Samyaza or Semjâzâ.

And here’s what I think may be the real source of the demonic attribute: "And the Lord said unto Michael [ this is Michael the Archangel]: 'Go, bind Semjâzâ and his associates who have united themselves with women so as to have defiled themselves with them in all their uncleanness."

Read that one again. They’re fallen angels not because they're evil or demonic, or have done anything awful or unlawful, but because they consorted with women ... who are UNCLEAN! Fallen angels? Demons. According to your local judeo-christian hate-spreader, THAT may be the real reason why incubi are demons: they are attracted to and have sexual relations with women!! My jaw dropped when I found this – if anyone else has any other ideas behind incubi being demons, I’m all ears.

In the meanwhile, I'm thinking we need to free the incubus and succubus from christian clutches and treat them with respect again.

 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Incubi, Demons, Dumb Witches and True Spells

Regarding the comments:  to those who submitted legitimate comments - thank you.  If you'd like to complain that you didn't get a response, complain to the host of the blog, not the owner:  I just found these comments in my inbox yesterday (the 15th of November) and some of them had been written back in September!

In an attack of whimsy, I hung my three framed autographed photos of my young Italian tenor on the wall and, beside them, hung a much larger framed print of a rather gloomy – but aesthetically pleasing - Phaedra. Without going into much more detail than that – walking by the wall "statement" several times a day makes me smile. At least I find the humor in it, anyway. And, fortunately, keeps my ... obsession from rearing its Phaedric head again.
 
I am still on my quest to figure out why the incubus and succubus were so dramatically carried over from the christian horror of sex into the wiccan women’s horror of sex ... in other words, witches who seem to forget the fact that the christian demonic entities don’t exist in the pagan world are still squeaking, "Bad! Bad! Bad incubi!" at anyone who asks a question about them. (No joke!) Well. Correct that. The precursors to the character of, for example, Satan do exist in the Pagan world, but not the christian version of him. Satan is entirely theirs and they’re welcome to him. Because christians were (and still are) so overwhelmed with the desperate fear of sex, they created all sorts of sex demons to explain their own lust. Here’s a terrific example:

Since demons, according to the traditional wisdom, were only spirits and had no corporeal form, the incubus was presumed to come upon his physical form in one of two ways: he either reanimated a human corpse, or he used human flesh to create a body of his own, which he then endowed with artificial life. Especially mischievous and clever incubi were often able to make themselves appear in the persons of real people - a husband, neighbor, the handsome young stablehand. In one case, a medieval nun seem to have been sexually assaulted by a local prelate, Bishop Sylvanus, but the bishop defended himself on the grounds that an incubus had assumed his form. The convent took his word for it.
http://www.whiterosesgarden.com/Nature_of_Evil/Demons/List_of_Demons/H-I-J-K_contents/incubus.htm

Of course it would have been nice if, once again, someone had provided a citation for that.  From one christian writer to another, medieval or contemporary, the definitions of demons and devils and lewdness vary, so merely trying to wade through their nonsense becomes a test of your sanity.

All manner of things are happening this month as I whisper ‘sweet dreams’ to my dogwood, already missing her full parasol of leaves and flowers over my head: my guilty pleasure – the last installment of Twilight - is arriving in the theaters this month on the 16th. To heck with Teams Edward and Jacob, I’m Team Gil Birmingham and Jackson Rathbone, really. Il Volo’s sixth album "We Are Love" (counting the first one, the Spanish one, the French one, the Christmas one and the ‘Il Volo Takes Flight’ one) is due out on the 19th. The Spanish version is due out in January, so of course everyone will buy two of them – again. Blake’s Pledge cd just arrived. Mr. Signpost appeared in Cambridge on the 9th, but there was no way I could stand on line, as much of a crippled gimp as I am ... but he’s coming back to Cambridge in January, so hopefully I’ll be able to stand for longer than two minutes by then. Back to the endocrinologist on the 21st. Thanksgiving on the 22nd. Don’t know if I plan to make an effort – probably not.

Second guilty pleasure at the moment: bypassing the novels and becoming addicted to HBO’s "Game of Thrones". Absolute favorite character: Peter Dinklage’s Tyrion Lannister. He just lights up every scene, in that series – what an awesome character! And I can easily see why he won "Best Supporting Actor" for the role.


Back to my complaint about witches trying to pass nonsense off as traditional witchcraft:

I have been utterly fascinated with Faraone’s Ancient Greek Love Magic, The Greek Magical Papyri in Translation (edited by Hans Dieter Betz), Curse Tablets and Binding Spells from the Ancient World (John G. Gager), Magika Hiera: Ancient Greek Magic and Religion (Faraone) and Magic, Witchcraft and Ghosts in the Greek and Roman World (Daniel Ogden). There are more, a wealth of legitimately traditional spells, curses and magical herbs, ointments and charms.

Now, there are many of these spells which would be difficult if not impossible to perform accurately. Most of us can’t come up with, say, an upper tooth of a spotted heifer to wear as an amulet, to use an example from Ancient Greek Love Magic. So this would be the debatable portion of the spell: what would I substitute and why? What was the use of the upper tooth of a spotted heifer? What did spotted heifers represent to this society? What did cows mean? How can I accomplish the same result with something I can find today?

Not only should that be clearly written out as part of the spell for documentation purposes, it should be written out as part of the spell so that an intelligent wizard could pick up the spell, read it and say, "Wait. I have a better idea." If I provide all of the document source material, I have spared him having to go through all of the original research again, which is what just about every witch or wizard with a witchcraft book in print has done to everyone else. Wasted everyone’s time, and dumped a lot of hoohah on them.

But spells such as these should – SHOULD but aren’t – be familiar to anyone learning witchcraft, presented with respect, thusly:

1. Here is the original traditional spell (source cited). These witches MUST go back to an original source, confess they made it up themselves or be charged with fraud. In case someone missed it the first 5 times I said it, I’ll repeat: I have no issues with witches inventing their own spells. I do have issues with witches inventing their own spells and claiming or implying they’re traditional when they clearly are not. THAT is fraud.

2. Here is my variant of that spell, in detail.

3. I substituted these following ingredients or components for THOSE ingredients or components and – here’s an important part of that! - this is why I did it.

4. Herbs and other ancient references: the Greeks (or Romans or Sumerians or Egyptians or Italians or Anglos or Saxons or Irish) may have known the herb as "X"; how would we know it today? Requires "RESEARCH" and most women writing contemporary twinkie witch manuals are too dumb, fat and lazy to make the effort.

Optional inclusion: the personal Book of Shadows details: results, who the spell was used on ... those sorts of things.

I have to add that the bibliographies and source references of all of these books are awesome ... why witches writing books today got the idea that these weren’t necessary I have no idea, but most of them should be slapped upside the head ... I’d curse them with stupidity, except it appears that has already been done.

More tomorrow.