So I got to thinking recently.....I'm sure you have all discovered this is a dangerous pool for me to swim in......and I have this tendency to link... 2 Comments
So recently one of my old posts got ressurrected and tossed around :
http://noblepagan.com/wicca-86/sacred_space_your_altar-2776/
It was a... 7 Comments
Okay so here I am a practioner of Wicca for 17 years. A lot of you already know that though. This does NOT mean that I am the most Wiccany or Witchy... 9 Comments
After sharing The Spiritual Component of Autism (Pantheon) and reading the discussions that followed, I got to thinking about how medication effects... 4 Comments
But one wonders... do they serve purpose? I mean the shoes are hot and all but the staff... THAT is a fashion force to be reckoned with . "What's that? You don't like my shoes?" -WHACK!!- "Say what now?"
Wait a minute...I thought all Christians were "cross" dressers!
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I woves yoooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuu
Ok, first off. Those shoes are sooooo rockin' that robe. I -LOVE_ what he's doing with his hair
Second. Kilts. They are sexy. My boyfriend has no problem wearing them and I have no problem sitting back and watching him prance around in it. Nothing wrong with wearing a kilt. Espeically when it happens to be very windy out
Anyhow I feel for ya. My big sister refuses to allow me to see my six month old neice because I'm a 'Devil Worshiper' Now I'm a living wreak......
Oooooooo!
Boyfriend is wearing a kilt! Toodles!!!!
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*In Clint Eastwood voice* "They call me Penny.... Jenny-Penny. And Skittles. Because I like them... alot. And then there is another name they call me; its Miss Baggins..." -Me
"There is no such thing as a small part in a play, but there are small actors" -Me
"One does not simply Rock into Mordor!" -Random drunk dude down the street
The fact that they are red totally cracks me up.
There is a story ( Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Anderson I forget) with one of those moral of the christian story bits in it called ( something along the lines of) The Red Shoes.
It goes a lil like this:
Once upon a time there was an orphan girl ( we'll call her Miffy because it sounds neat here). She was adopted by a wealthy old woman whose eyes were failing. That last bit is important because when Miffy was taken to the store to get good clothes and shoes ( for regular wear and of course Church) Miffy wanted the Red dress shoes. The elderly lady said no. Miffy got them anyways and Elderly lady couldna see they were red.
Miffy was very very proud of her Red shoes. So proud that when she went to Church she did not pay attention at all to the pastor, the sermons or the bum asking for money. He was a magic bum. He could see into her heart and mind and there were no thoughts for God or Love. Just pride in those Red shoes and how they would be wonderful to dance and caper around in looking all gorgeous and Red like.
So the magic bum proved to be powerful too and granted Miffy her heart's desire......that she go dancing and dancing and dancing with no time or chance to stop for food, drink or rest.
Poor Miffy!
Imagine how horrified she was to find herself capering and dancing in her lovely Red shoes all over the place! She danced until her feet bled and her breath came in ragged gasps and STILL she was forced to gallop along merrily.......
It's a good thing that when properly motivated Miffy has a decent think tank between her ears. She danced her way to the executioner's house. He answered the door only to find a strange, thin dancing girl. The site was so strange ( even for a fellow who chops heads off as a living) that he almost closed the door on her before she could speak.
She got her words in edgewise and explained her situation. Mr. Chopblock was horrified and refused to chop off her head to put her out of her misery ( after all he was the good kind of executioner and only beheaded naughty people). Instead he chopped off her feet ( because he knew how to whittle wood well.....it was his hobby.....and he was so good he made her a new pair of feet).
He then carried her to the nearest church for help.
Ends up she learned her lesson about dancing and pride and Red shoes and lived the rest of her footless life as the most pious lil gal ever ( living in the church too.....).
So you can see why I am at a bit of a loss that Miffy got cursed for wearing distractable shoes while the Pope is pimpin ( probably) the same pair!!
LOL!
Glad you enjoyed. I just wish i could remember what it was actually called.
I'm fairly good at retelling stories accurately.....however I always end up putting a lil spin on them.
Check out the Mythology section in the Book of Shadows....you'll see the fun I had in retelling Constellation myths.
*hands out hot cocoa in red shoe shaped mugs to all*
Yeah that sounds about right !
In the version I red the magical bum was an angel in disguise. LOL!
I do na remember the funeral bit ( though it vaguely rings a bell). I definately do na remember the disembodied shoes barring the way.....maybe I read one of those watered down versions !
In Sans version ( the one he found) the red shoes followed her around and made sure she couldna go anywhere.
In the version I remembered they just sorta distapeared.....