July 1st: White Rabbit!

 

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Do you say  ‘White Rabbit’ on the first day of the month?  In my family we have  this tradition. We do it as a fun competition. The first one to say it wins.  (We don’t actually win anything, we just Win. Like, the smartest smart aleck who remembered to say it.)

I got to thinking about this tradition and wondered if anyone else practiced it, where it came from, and if it make any sense at all. Actually, it always made a lot of sense to me, because as a consummate Alice in Wonderland fan, I knew Alice found all her adventures by  following the White Rabbit!

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I did some sleuthing and found out that the rabbit utterance  apparently  started out as an ancient Celtic tradition.  It was used  at the beginning of the lunar month to honor the sacred animal. This animal was not exactly a rabbit, but something other-worldly that resembled a rabbit.  The image of this rabbit-like animal could then be found in the full moon.

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In some parts of Scotland and northern England, children are still taught to say ‘White Rabbit’ at the beginning of the month as a magic charm to attract money through unexpected means.  Sounds good to me!

This quote comes from a ‘Notes and Queries’ book dated 1909:

“My two daughters are in the habit of saying ‘Rabbits!’ on the first day of each month. The word must be spoken aloud, and be the first word said in the month. It brings luck for that month. Other children, I find, use the same formula.”

Another tradition holds that ‘Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits’ should be spoken as the first words and the beginning of the month, and ‘Hares, hares, hares’ as the last words at the end of the month.

Interestingly, the tradition was also adopted by RAF bomber aircrews in WWII, who believed uttering ‘white rabbit’ as their very first words upon awakening would keep them from harm. It is nice that they would look to this gentle and peaceful animal during war time 🙂

I found this quote from the 1922 novel  ‘Solomon in all his Glory’ by Robert Lynd:

“Why,” the man in the brown hat laughed at him, “I thought everybody knew ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.’ If you say ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit’—three times, just like that—first thing in the morning on the first of the month, even before you say your prayers, you’ll get a present before the end of the month.” 

So this month I am going to be the first to say White Rabbit.   Maybe I will even get a present 🙂

Try it and let me know if it works for you!

 

“Never underestimate a great superstition.”

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The Witch: Movie Review

 

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So let’s say you are a seventeen year old girl and you live in Puritan New England, circa 1630. Your family are radical separatists. In fact, they are so pure, even the Puritans can’t handle them. Your family is banished from the colony. For being too religious.

Forced to live out in the wildest of wilderness, your life pretty much sucks. You do non-stop chores from dawn till dusk. This includes stuff like washing clothes in the river and grinding corn.  You have no time to yourself, no chance to voice your own opinions, no creative outlets. “Women should be seen and not heard.”  Then of course, there is that pesky problem of your budding sexuality…

Your father is clearly nuts. All he does is chop wood and quote the Bible. All day long. Your young siblings are acting strange. Your mother is also nuts. She talks of sending you off to be a maid for some other family, where you will have even MORE chores to do.

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Your family are Calvinists. They are very concerned with Heaven and how to get there.  They insist upon living a pious (read: dull, boring, repressive) life in order to reap their heavenly rewards.  The only trouble is — God has already chosen His elect and you may not be one of them. You will not find out until you die.  All your piety could be a big fat waste of time and you just may end up in Hell.  It’s a real game of Russian roulette, eh?

Then along comes this goat named Black Phillip…

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The question here is not WHY would a Puritan woman sign a blood contract with the Devil. The question is WHY WOULDN’T SHE?

This film is beautifully shot, meticulous in historical detail, and a spine tingling, psychological thriller!  Now out on DVD.

“Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

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Fun With Four

 

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This is in response to Vicky V’s blog: A Study In Fours

Four names people call me other than my real name:
Ms. V
Aunt Krissy
The Rabbit
Stine

Four Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once:
Midnight in Paris
Last Tango in Paris
A Streetcar Named Desire                                                                                                                 Interview With The Vampire

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Four Books Or Authors I’d Recommend:
Anything by William Shakespeare
Anything by Anne Rice
The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald
On the Road by Jack Kerouac

Four Places I’ve Lived:
Only ever the Midwest, U.S. A.

Four Places I’ve Visited:
England  (for Shakespeare, Stonehenge and more)
Paris  (hoping to time travel back to 1920’s, hmmm…)
Spain ( for Flamenco, Tapas, and general all night hell raising)
New Orleans (because it is the best place on earth!)

 

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Four Things I’d Rather Be Doing Right Now:                                                                         I am  writing, aren’t I?  So this is pretty good 🙂

Four foods I don’t like:
I like everything!!!

Four of my favorite foods: 
I like everything!!!

Four Shows I Watch: 
Game of Thrones
Outlander
American Horror Story
Poldark

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Four Things I’m Looking Forward To This Year: 
Summer!
Spending time with animals
Hiking/ swimming
My ‘to read’ list

Four Things I’m Always Saying:
It’s possible.
It’s OK.
Everything is the opposite of what it seems to be.
“To thine own self be true.” (Will’s line, not mine.)

***  If you like this and want to join in the fun, consider yourself tagged! ***   Just copy and paste to your own blog and fill in your own answers.

I can’t wait to read All About You, my pretty ones 🙂

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A Wish at Midsummer

 

Public domain image, royalty free stock photo from www.public-domain-image.com

 

First I bake a cake. Dedicate it to Aine

and in its  candle flame I wish

to wander woods

chance and dance the wild

faerie luck.  Make mischief with Puck.

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Gold sun gaze on this longest

of days.  Be forever now, scry the sky

live out loud and grab

a handful of the nearest

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Have a blessed Summer Solstice! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Pandora’s Box

 

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They told me not to open it. Well now.  If Zeus did want me to open it, he should not have given it to me in the first place.   A women’s curiosity?  Bah!  They always need someone to blame, don’t they?  But don’t believe everything you hear.

Come closer. I will tell you the TRUE story.

It was Zeus, my uncle, who gave me the box. All the while he ordered me to leave it clamped shut. “Do not touch it, Pandora,” he commanded, his voice full of curmudgeon contempt. “If you dare open it, the consequences will be great.”

I paid him no heed.  Zeus!  I owed him no favors!  Had he not raped and pillaged and punished? There was Leda the swan, his own wife Hera, my mother Demeter.  He had sent many a plague upon my kin.  He deserved no obedience from me, nor anyone else!

I sat in silence for awhile, mesmerized as I examined the  box.

Oh, such a beautiful thing it was!  A clear glass full of sparkling liquid crystal.  Every color of the rainbow exuded from it. Such joy lie within it!  Miracles were contained beneath its very walls. That I knew somehow, without being told.  And all of this wonder was at my tingling fingertips!

I fondled the  box, pressed my hands upon it, felt its warmth. I smelled its great smells of honeysuckle and lavender, felt the stirrings inside myself as my heartbeat quickened.  Inside that box, I thought, must be love itself.

Finally, I could stand it no longer!  I jiggled the  lid. The stubborn box remained shut but I jiggled again, prying the top. At last  it opened and nearly exploded, its rainbow of colors cascading across the sky. Oh, what a marvelous sight it was!  I watched, dumbfounded and speechless.

 

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It was then my mother Demeter found me.

“Pandora!” she shouted. “Foolish girl.  The contents of that box are all my  sacredness, all my secrets! And you have let them go.”

In a fluster Demeter reached to the sky, attempting to gather up the spilled rainbow. But alas, it was too much to contain!  Such a thing it was, seeping  through the clouds, spilling into rocks and water and plants, into the steam of hot springs and the forgings of fire. Into the trees and the wind itself.

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“Oh daughter,” Demeter scolded me.  “You have made a chaos! Such knowledge,  acquired by the wrong factions…”  She hesitated and scowled.

My mother put her hands on her hips, watched as the colors dissipated far into the earth’s hidden places. She shook her head and thought a long time. Finally she looked upon me, held up one finger and said, “I know a solution.”

By then I was ashamed of my brash actions. I had succumbed to the temptation of beauty, of that bright and shiny thing within my reach.  “What solution will it be, mother?” I asked sheepishly.

Demeter smiled. “I will create covens of women. They will be of a special blood, and they alone will be privy to the  box’s magick. They will find it in rocks and plants and fire and sky as it has dispersed itself over the world.   They will  create potions and use my sacred knowledge. Only they shall have the power to save humankind.”

I gasped. Such a race? It seemed unimaginable.  But Demeter only looked at me, her eyes glittering and rich.

“These women,” she said, “shall be called Witches.”

 

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This post is in response to The Daily Prompt ‘open’  pingback

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/open/

Orlando

 

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My original post was going to be an angry rant.   I had a picture of that very disturbed young man and my title was:  “Who the f*ck sold him a gun?”

I am still wondering that.  I mean —  the guy was questioned by the FBI (more than once!) plus he was  a bona-fide racist, homophobe, anti-Semite, misogynist, wife beater, connected to ISIS and the Boston bombers, a  veritable powderkeg of terror… And they sold him a gun??  Really??

Really??

But I will contain my angry rant.  It seemed as good a time as any to post this video, to remember this lesson, to actually take these words seriously:

 

Breathe peace. Know peace. Live peace.

Be the solution, not the angry rant 🙂

Orlando, we stand with you.

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