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Additional space

A pile of things to say, many things I love. I want to speak as a vegetarian and ecological maintenance of the house, and this in a different concept of what the intricacies of the fabric provide a constant sickly.

And as this blog begins to look like a mess, a new space was needed.

Here is a new blog, complementary to this, where financial savings, vegetarianism and ecology reign supreme, Hand in Hand:

The plant's working-class neighborhood

I hope I have something different, interesting and useful. :)

Motorbike Walkie Talkies

My ancestors

No need to go halfway around the world to hear groups of neo-folk music. Here, there are some who know together modern and traditional music, urban legends. Better yet, some faced the same commercial success. Surprising? Yes and no, say it is legitimate to say that this shows that the genre is becoming more respected and loved by people.

We have the right to be proud our roots.

My ancestors part of this movement. This group of funklore blend perfectly good old traditional folk music with funk, disco, bossa nova, French chanson, and even rap.

I think this group is one that Quebec was able to offer the best in the arts in recent years.

My ancestors combines originality and poetry, while providing ecological and social themes with music often festive.

Ce groupe chante tout à la fois le merveilleux de notre folklore (le diable qui vient danser, la Corriveau, Alexis le Trotteur, la Chasse-Galerie, etc), et la modernité. 

La jeunesse, paumée, sans point de repères, a droit de paroles. Mais, s'il y a bien une chose qui distingue Mes aïeux de la masse musicale, c'est bien son côté intergénérationel. Oui oui! Je parle d'expérience puisque j'ai moi-même vu le groupe plusieurs fois en spectacles : le public est véritablement constitué de gens de 7 à 77 ans! Sans rire, une fois, dans une salle, j'ai vu des couples at least 80 years typed into their hands in rhythm to people 20 years! It is also very likely that my ancestors is the only group in this country that asks its audience to sit for the last song of the evening ... in respect for elders in the audience, exhausted from having taken the young people! :)

A question often seems to return to their writing: can we be about values without once engulfed in an inappropriate attachment to the past? The group opened channels of thinking, and provide early answers in their songs ...

But enough chatter. Leave room for the music ... or at least a few songs!

Dondaine

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbe6fn_mes-aieux-dondaine_music

A traditional song back on a more funk! A marvel. And the clip reflects the concept of diamond digger. Not to mention the finale that recalls both the old tales of our ancestors, which often machinent some devilry.

The rest of the warrior

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9xav5_mes-aieux-le-repos-du-guerrier_music

"Singing with the hare, fox and wolf
tack to cover wolverine
Playing with an old leprechaun
down in the cave with wisps
Leave poetry to decide his fate in the morning and
Nightlife accept death
biting through life without thinking about tomorrow
Turning straight to his destiny ... "

... One of my favorite songs of the group. :)
(and note that the end of a verse is the beginning of next!)
And the clip offers a great performance chamano-psychotropic. hehe

Belle, embark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPUzVngXj00

This song echoes in the music player this blog for some time.

One of the most beautiful song the group. Based on the oldest patriotic song from our ancestors, it deals with the remaining marketing drinking water ...

I want to say that members of my ancestors are spokesmen for the coalition Eau Secours! , an organization that advocates for responsible management of drinking water.

I'll let you discover the rest yourself. :)

Removing Scrach From Yv Projection Screen

When the sketch picbois

Let moé r'venir not in town
Tape-moé on my wooden head
Picbois, let alone not moé
Picbois, I want to have me go
- The Picbois, Beau Dommage

I feel the call to fall in recent days. The season of decline is gradually approaching, I begin to feel it in every pore of my skin. The first signs appear discreetly in the background air.

I feel good.

Last Friday, I meditated on the moon, in the cool grass, under the protection of my favorite oak. I did not want from there. I lost track of time.

But becoming dangerous to the corner this time, reality caught up with me, and I had to go home.

bad.

Saturday, I wanted to go see a concert by Isaac Elisapie in La Mauricie National Park , but circumstances have played against me. So, I picnicked in the company of a friend on the shores of Lake Edward. I had never been at the heart of the forest at night, I must confess that silence radical who reigned we agonized a bit. Never mind, we had music medieval with us which I must say, perfectly matched the mood of wild places.

A huge hare ran into the forest near there, and bats were watching the scene, skillful nocturnal predators that we could not help admiring.
The light-hearted, I'm back home, do not regret not having been able to realize my project planned for this evening.

In a state of mind all refreshed, I decided to refresh this blog, all the while. I liked the old one, but things must change with time. I admit however that the hardest part was removing all songs to put in new ones. The "old" agreed to perfection, but we do not half invigorates. Change is frightening, but the way time is not bad, just dark.
This new version of the blog is being tested, and quite time to be changed with the coming weeks.

Please tell me your comments.

Will Soymilk Spoil At Room Temepreature

Mediaeval Baebi

A group of neo-medieval music that shares my life for eight years (oufff, time flies!).

A choir of women singing in multiple languages and ancient texts of the poems on a fresh and festive medieval music. It

listen anywhere and anytime.

By cons, some songs become repetitive to the son of albums, because the concept of the group, I guess.

But it's still beautiful, bewitching, reflecting the strength of women in all its glory.

Small songs I like.

ECCI Mundi Gaudium

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zqcRXOYEzE

The Circle of the Lustful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAYrP1wL7is

Salva Our

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVKLo9YepUg

is the end

http://www.youtube. com / watch? v = e1KSUKuA4k4

Dress For Joseph & Mary

Objectivist study on the lifestyle of Raffutin *. by Anne-Louise Mallet



the hullabaloo happened ...

Thursday, August 12, 7:34, triumphant entry into the harbor of Martigues, 30h and 56 minutes before the officially announced. Victorious but exhausted our favorites based Raffutins * So for the first time in 11 months, 5 days, 8 hours and 26 minutes on foot on their beloved homeland. Emotions ... "It's still really ugly Martigues (Manu) -" clever "(Ju) -" Good clean it? (Adri). "FANTASTICO EXCEPTIONNNELLL THAT BELLO (Martina)," Wait, the coffee first " (Oliv). « Quoi, on est déjà arrivés ? » (moi qui sort de la cabine). Rien de solennel, pas de champagne (ni de croissants L ) à l’arrivée. Juste un soleil qui tape, des lignes de hautes tensions, un quai loin de tout et la promesse d’une grosse, très grosse journée. L’idée : tout nettoyer au mieux et au plus vite pour pouvoir profiter à fond de deux jours de retrouvailles intenses là ou le départ s’était préparé un an plus tôt.

Mission accomplie. Et cela relève de l’exploit lorsqu’on voit la quantité de ##### que l’on peut accumuler sur un Raffut. Des Blitzkriegs (vieille plaque de plastique inform roughly scrawled in marker of hexagons with a few colored bolts), dozens of canned yesterday almost appetizing but they are more than old rusty cans, the bobrafuts, duvets (smelly) ... well, you name it (there are better) ... Well it all on a platform that makes the brothel, in four cars it makes in volume and 6 arms it makes weight! I take this opportunity to slip by a BIG thank you to all who came incorruptible give a helping hand to Emile and Jacqueline ontoffert us a good picnic, Clarisse who filled his car with various objects more or less "sick" , Pierre-Antoine .. which rose and emptied a bucket.

The moment of reunion can now begin. * The Raffutins, eyes that shine back to their Belles, their families and good friends. Everyone is not there yet, but enough people together for three days is a little makeshift, improbable, insane, emotionally rich, poor sleep and full of anecdotes. This is not my mission today to tell those few days to do it quickly: Champââââgne, but especially beer, pink, yellow and volleyball, grills and fries belote country; real beds (for the privileged ...), machine Washing and Carrefour nearby were there to greet us ... well just enough to brighten our Raffutins * a little disoriented and remind them that 99.9% of their 29 guests were able to tell their return to earth: "Bah, what a funny idea of trying to live a year on a boat all wet? ". I take this opportunity to slip a VERY big thank you to Fabienne Bernard and Ola who UNEF again, more than well received all these people come from more or less far to greet, congratulate and interview the Mariners.

apologize dear readers musing on this blog, you've all been waiting and I have promised, it is now time to give everyone an objective look at the lifestyle of Raffutin *. Azores in Martigues for a period of 23 days and a distance of 1880 miles I had infiltrated the racket and got my pass for one of their own to deliver a unique testimony to the realities of real life on board . Rich experience and strong which enabled me to observe closely (and near) the Raffutin * in various configurations of its natural environment in and near the port, through and through, good and full full well at full speed and off, and understand how far from becoming as one might think after a year of common life than a "typical" ordinary seamen a-little-bit-a-redneck-hero who loves women rum and beer-name-of-god they are become complex characters made various facets often surprising. In short it is time to break the stereotypes, prejudices, which they say have quietly drawn in our minds through this blog, and over the testimonies of survivors returned to Paris to share their experiences over a beer at the Hideout :


They say Raffutin * wears hats. Yes, he wears every day. Besides all the better because it's us who their have offered. One can even say that Adrian never goes day and night without his hat color (or discolored or faded but still colorful finally we do not know too much): From Cartagena and Barcelona still at Aix, soon to tour! he would attempt to impose a new style mid Rave mid countryside?

They say Raffutin * is disconnected. There you are joking joke as some would say we have to see Jun, Oliv and Adri, the foot immediately placed on the ground rushing on their FaceBook account to see who has the more notifications after 8 days at sea, how then each stop the evolution of the rating popularity (ie number of Attending) of the "Evening of return." Manu out of it all still managed to stall the air of nothing the day after his birthday he got 51.3 notifications. Clever.


One can believe that * is not Raffutin would run again ... there is an error. We do not know how but at 500 miles Odds Julien knows the latest results from the OM and the last performance of the team of France at the European Championships in Athletics. And second, what do I say to the hundredth of a second, and more. Well let's say in terms of current "normal "They are often months late. But beware, the information that they have imported through some magazines ... they know, and well! All know for example that China is developing a project to relocate in order to qualify it to Chateauroux production Made in Europe. The

Raffutin * is green. Yes it's true they explain why we have the right to throw a whole bunch of stuff in the sea, but not other stuff. How to save water (do not use it at all), electricity and chocolate (one square, no more). But it is not Ecolo bobo: once on earth is with great joy he eats a big fat Burger King.

They say Raffutin * sins. I would have liked! In fact, sometimes Raffutin Tent sin. Most often, the only thing they are catching sardines in water, mustard or tomato buried under the floors. Yet witnesses have said and we have photos to support: they have apparently already caught some fish ... we would be lying? Olivier could he put at the service of their glory his talents on PhotoShop? Not going to confess, once they have caught fish ... so we would also presque dit un coup monté (peut être essayaient t-ils de me bluffer…) : 12 maqueraux (des fois trois en un seul lever de canne) en moins de 30 minutes ! vous y croyez vous ?


On se dit que le Raffutin* gère. Grave ! C’est fou d’ailleurs : 25 nœuds de vent au travers, 300 miles de Gibraltar, des creux de 4,5 mètres, qui déferlent (et je n’exagère même pas). Moi, un peu beaucoup angoissée mais qui préfère me taire, je peux observer Manu, Oliv, Adri qui se succèdent à la barre, l’air, serein. « De toute façon on n’a pas le choix, on ne peut que aller tout droit » précise Jul fataliste au moment or I was told that the Iridium (satellite phone) does not work (actually it was not entirely broken since at Martigues, if you climb on the wall and get up a little arm you pick , just enough to call the parents of Manu and inform them of our arrival). 500 miles from land, the steering wheel farts, a chain is organized quietly, behind the cab is empty and 20 minutes of tinkering later, Oliv can again surf the swell proudly. The next rebelotte. The same. (Clever guys anyway)


They say Raffutin * stinks. One even said that her clothes fall sick ... Well there you imagine that I was pleasantly surprised. Compared with 4 guys together in a space of 24m ² for a day in Paris they smell of roses. Oliv 'alone has admitted that he spent 8 days without showering has not yet caught the disease that had been developing in the "cushions" blue. According to their testimonies, I was lucky not to have to live with a certain Raoul behind all the rumors about the smell of Raffutin *.

We say that all the Raffutin * is an adventurer. Ahem, after some days nearly every one of us on board do not want only thing we can do our next quarter Poppa mode becalmed engine-driver-book. Okay I admit they are a bit much even when adventurers, saying they may just be a little fénéant times.

Presumably the Raffutin * do not like TV. Well yes, they're adventurers, not the type to languish a whole day slumped on a chair to watch good bad movies ... Um hum! The beautiful kids lock themselves in very easily makes small screen placed on their knees to look at (through) the films met with their French-dude-on-a-ile-somewhere-in-l'atlantic has given them. Same comment as for the news mentioned above: they have a limited number of movie, they know them all by heart and therefore readily develop a comic repetition, clever, which may seem to be an original neurosis (type ICT) casual observer, skillful.


They say Raffutins * are on vacation. Ah, there in fact is what I thought so too and would love not to be wrong by the way! In fact it is a huge delusion, believe it or not, it's not at all the holiday hullabaloo. You wake up at 4am, so that makes 10 degrees to ask you to hold a bar, you have plenty of time to make dinner and prepare meals, must be made by plotting the points x and y in a coordinate system with non-orthogonal compass and write complicated lines in a logbook so we seasick, clean the square, and plus, everything is an excuse to give you lessons sails or mechanical that you need to show polite interest. * Raffutins our brief to "put on vacation" when in port or at anchor, but other times not kidding.

We say that * is a Raffutin morfal. Let's face it, it's somewhat true: for eat 600g of Rice-racket at 4am it must be a little bit. Nevertheless we must recognize a small gourmet side with these browsers: it's not always about the big fat Macdo as we head once arriving in English ports, but it is with enthusiasm and coquetry that we teach in too little known English: 100 Montaditos Let us swallow some local specialties. Also, there's nothing to make a Raffutin * glad to uncork a good bottle of wine, open a box of good pie gourmet cook or duck confit.

One can believe that Raffutin * is a little rustic. Well not you imagine that in each one can discover a little artistic talent. Adrian is a daily show impressive creativity in an attempt to transform the basic ingredients available on board in a few recipes more or less convincing. Our stomachs also remember all of his quiche with pastry if it could not be digested properly could be used to reseal the vessel. Olivier and Julie are happy to share their talent to make some startling pictorial compositions (to be between the Ernst and drawings of your little brother) I also invite them to do an exhibition in Night of the long-awaited return to the Tour.

That I hope I have made a good insight into the complexity and diversity of our beloved characters Raffutins *. I guess you are all now much more eager to find the stars (now known worldwide through the publication of an article in effigy in their sails and sailboats) and ask a bunch of questions (that they can they show off some serious kiffent so please)! The evening return to Tour (pardon Cinq Mars la Pile) is made for this, and many are waiting for you (remember the transfer, clever)!

One thing is sure, cliche or no shots, damn, they did!

On behalf of all your readers and all your visitors, I should like to sincerely thank you for you Raffutins * you did, your dream, you've done and you did it to share. THANK

the hullabaloo!

And full of good luck for the future!! Anne-Louise

How To Unlock A Combination

"I'm assuming that somehow or another we are all products of a collective history that binds us together. So I think the fact that interest in his neighbor is also seeking to learn more about yourself. To do this, I simply chose to take the industry Celtic. Certainly I could follow another thread in my creative work - say, for example, the history of hats - and an adventure as interesting as what I experienced with the history of the Celts. But we must also say that this vehicle has allowed me to discover many places and peoples around the world, and explore all kinds of tracks and themes that ultimately very little compared to the Celts. "

- Loreena McKennitt

Hair of Mother-Nature

wonderful addition to her hair, Loreena McKennitt has a great talent: an angelic voice, words of great wealth, a curiosity about the world, an inspiration to Explorer, all forming a music of infinite beauty. I do not run dry rave about it - like the rest of the world for that matter - but that's because I can not find fault with his music. Of great gentleness, wisdom comforting albums by Loreena gives meaning to the word "musical journey".

I say no more, I let the music speak for itself.

The Old Ways

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZZ5M3DmGog

Dante's Prayer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTLX7h54jIg

Marco Polo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxGz9a8MCj8

The Mummer's Dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxTpvA-pUG0

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Loreena McKennitt The Corn cob

Because this time of year.

The Corn and its origins

Born a mutation in Central America, the cultivation of Indian corn has spread north to become a vital element in the lives of First Nations.
This brought a food calorie intake in case of famine.

It was used in cakes, boiled in honey or sweet chilli and corn, while being accompanied by vegetables, meat or fish.

We do not throw the cob, grain and leaf, since it was used for barter or as combustible material - and even the manufacture of jewelry.

Finally, we used wheat of India in religious ceremonies of indigenous peoples of the South (Aztecs, Mayas and Incas).

A question name

South American Indians called this food "Mahiza" or "maize," which derived from the word century later corn.

But long before this derivative, Christopher Columbus landed in this country he believed to be India. The name Corn recalled this golden wheat out of the ground which surprised both explorers. This food continues to bear the name meaningful and supportive of history, a name also much less pretentious than corn - at least in my opinion - prefer that the French bourgeoisie.

The culture of the three sisters

The Iroquois grew the corn in compliance with nature. None of them ever did was grow more than was necessary for the survival of the people, does not impoverish the soil, not destroying the forest, using a method that required little work - and thus left much free time to play and rest.

This culture was to bring the three sisters, that is to say squash, Indian corn and bean (beans). According to one reference I put in end of the article, these three items accounted for the Iroquois League of Five Nations a divine trinity jallit the tomb of Mother Earth, who died have brought forth the twins Good and Evil .

This story does not exist among other peoples Iroquois.

The three species were planted together in the following manner:

1. is formed of flattened mounds of about 30 cm high, spaced in all directions by 50 cm.
2. are sown the seeds of maize seed holes in the center of each mound.
3. When corn reaches 15 inches high, they sow squash and beans all around, alternating the two species.

Every culture enjoys the vicinity of the two other :

• Corn stalks are used as support for climbing beans, which avoids establish guardians.
• beans, with their root nodules enrich the soil with nitrogen, which promotes the growth of both cultures.
• squash spread their broad leaves on the ground, capturing solar radiation, which has a triple effect:
  
  
  • one hand to inhibit the growth of weeds ;
  • other, forming a sort of living mulch, creating a microclimate that holds moisture in soil;
  • finally, their spines protect all herbivores.

From a dietary standpoint, the three sisters are a balanced diet, beans providing the only two amino acids that are not present in corn: lysine and tryptophan.

For the record, the first Europeans to the New World saw that the Indians did not kill the job (it was customary for the farmer across the Atlantic to work from night to morning avec pour résultat de donner une bonne partie de sa récolte au gouvernement). Ils crièrent au scandale, et affublèrent aux Premières Nations le titre de paresseux - une réputation qui, hélas, persiste encore aujourd'hui.

L'ironie veut, bien sûr, que les écologistes modernes voient dans cette façon de cultiver un idéal utopique à atteindre.

Les trois soeurs

The Roast

The feast of the roast would be a Native American cultural heritage transmitted to the French colonists: we celebrate the harvest of Indian corn.

Every year at harvest time, it was peeling and shelling the cobs, all gathered together for the occasion. A time of social gatherings to strengthen the ties that bind humans to nature.

During peeling, it sometimes happened that someone found a red ear: it was then crowned king or queen of the festival, with the privilege of kissing his choice.

Today ...

... The tradition continues. In Quebec, we invited her to come peeling around the ears and are then cooked in a large pot over the fire (some use the electric stove). During the hours of cooking, have fun, we talk, we wash, we celebrate.

Once the meal ready, we eat corn on the cob with butter and salt. But not only: we also eat hot dogs, donuts, fruit and seasonal vegetables, bread, potatoes ...

The evening may end on a bonfire (with toasted marshmallows!)

There is even a variant of the red ears: guests hidden elastic red and blue elastic at Within two ears (not peeled). Find that red becomes the queen of the celebration, and blue crown the king.

... Today I'm going to the corn on the cob annual Uncle! : D

Reference

* Les Iroquoiens du Saint-Laurent , Roland Tremblay, Musée Pointe-à-Callière, aux Éditions de l'homme

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words, language and witchcraft















On dit que les mots ont un pouvoir, la possibilité de changer le monde, et qu'il faut donc en conséquence bien les choisir.
Cela reflète bien une certaine vérité : je pense au discours sur la paix (ex : l'illustre Martin Luther King et son « I have a dream ») ou sur l'équité (Ex: the Charter of Rights and Freedoms), speech that changed the world in their own way. It is logical to say that the choice of a word determines the impact of the entire speech on his listeners. People can master the words, sources of knowledge and opportunity. All this is a fact for many people, and I agree with that.

But where I do not agree with is when people see a powerful magical power to words.

Image borrowed from this blog

I hope not to offend anyone with my theory, which, after all, is personal. If you want to talk, you can always write to me at this email address .

I often read on forums and in theoretical books on magic and paganism, that the choice of words to influence the outcome of the ritual. Sometimes, some claimed to choose a specific language (usually English or Latin) so that the energy of the ritual is in tune to a specific source.

At first, I thought. This idea appealed the literary me.

But the son of my research and my experiences, I realized that this was not so true.

The written materials

We think a lot more now, but once humans used the walls of clay platelets or parchments to write a simple note to the accounts most sacred writings.

Fresco Lascaux

A papyrus of Ancient Egypt

Summériens Agreement between Berbers and on a clay plate

Torah

supports varied considerably from one culture to another, let alone alphabets and languages. People did not pay much attention to words, seeing them as integral to the process of life, such as a natural means to communicate. Several Arab tales and Native North Americans do not they start with "In the days when animals spoke, making a link between nature and language?

It is interesting to note that recent scientific theories are rediscovering the thought that language is not peculiar to man (the zoosemiotics studying whale sounds, vocalizations of birds, the learning sign language in chimpanzees, etc.).


In linguistics

In linguistics at university, I learned that language can be defined by three concepts: the sign (semiotics - the image and / or word), the signifier (phonetics - sounds that mean the word) and signified (semantics-what the word means.)

Thus, this sign has the meaning "bird", "bird" or "pájaro . Yet all three represent the same meaning: the animal winged birds.

can even go further and say that Bird is a term generic containing several other generic terms, such as raptors or ducks. These terms also contain words such as eagle, hawk, mallard, Sarcidiorne humpback, etc..

Here, the final word would indeed Canari (French), which belongs to the term Serin Canary , a class of bird.

Why I say that? To show that the same concept is described differently in different languages, civilizations and eras, and that according to the language, these words are equivalent, with none having more or less valuable than another.


The beginnings of an unresolved debate

Aristotle said that the language derives its raison d'etre of the company, since it allows to exchange needs and passions in the city (organized human society). In fact, language is the effect of its own raison d'etre.

Plato went further by saying that thinking is " dialogue of the soul with itself . The language as such does not think for himself. For humans, it is even both le point de départ de la pensée, mais surtout son instrument.

Chez les Hindous et les Grecs, un débat commença à apparaître : les mots étaient-ils d'origine divine, ou un simple moyen de communication?

Héraclite d'Éphèse distingue la pensée, l'énoncé et la réalité , tous les trois liés par le logos, un principe divin, selon ses dires théoriques.

Opposé à cela, on retrouve Démocrite, pour qui le langage est purement conventionnel.

Those who made the etymology know that words often have a spiritual origin unsuspected.

Mallarme claimed that the origin of grammar was spellbook.


The Bible and its influence

The Holy Bible. What other bouqin could be causing the spread of such a belief?

So, people were using multiple media to convey their ideas and ideals. A rising religion, Christianity, then sought to distinguish themselves from others by using an entirely new medium: the codex.

transportable, easy to use, personified hard to break, the codex was the pinnacle of human technology of our era.

Even today, computers are not as strong.

From the late fourth century The codex was widespread, more popular than ever.

It became the symbol of religious writings of Christianity.

Like any symbol, it was protected and sanctified.

Religious leaders spread the idea that books held human wisdom (an idea opposed the new concept of oral transmission of many pagans), and destroy them was an unpardonable crime.

Unless this book does not reflect the mentality of the Church ...

People are told that all responses were in the book. Ironically, it was forbidden to Catholics to read the Bible, the priests themselves merely breviary. Only in high places were entitled to that privilege.

It was not until the second schism in the church to see the people (Protestant) read and interpreted the Bible.

Catholics were right there until 1964.

Why I am telling all this? To show the historical transformation of the sacralization of words.

The Bible contained sacred words, he thus became a sacred book. And by extension, it has come to associate this idea to all the books, saying they contained words that were themselves sacred as they were in books. You follow me?


magic words

Today, the area relies heavily on witchcraft this biblical belief. This is not an evil, and I have nothing against the influence of Christianity in the esoteric practices.


But I am of the opinion that a word is only one result of his wearing a symbol.
I believe in Darwin's theory, and believes that language is Part of this development process.
There is no divine origin, but a profound spiritual influence behind the words (etymology reveals a lot about it).
We give them the direction we want, whether archytépales, symbolic or common.


This is not the choice of words that will determine the outcome: it is the intention behind these words.
Many people practice with the "inner voice". They do not say a word. However, the results are definitely there.
This, for me, confirms my theory. I am sure to pray or invoke feelings or images are not as effective without the support of words.


I do not think egregores longer respond to the call for a specific language.
I do not think that because Modern witchcraft is practiced mostly in English, it makes English rituals rituals more effective.


I would think that this is a matter of feel and preference. After all, rely on the earth in Finnish has a lot of charm. Put an English word on a concept is practical. Using Japanese characters takes several senses at once. Be fascinated by the unconventional tone of French shows another way, which is very healthy. Speak ancient Greek or Latin is an excellent intellectual exercise. But
reject a language for a matter of energy, in my opinion, it of ignorance, pure and simple.


violence of poetry

past, they said the poets inspired by the divine Muses. Today, research on the unconscious have revealed that the inspiration does not exist, at least not in the Greek sense of the word.
Personally, I prefer to call creativity.
But I think it's an interesting track to follow to understand why we consider both the words as being of heavenly origin.

Specifically, I began to doubt the sanctity of words while reading poetry.
What could be more violent than a poem, where the sentences are cut with an ax, violates the syntax, wrong words, killing the sense that prostitution is white spaces, h urle feelings, denounces secret, turns and denies the moral?

What's more violent? Poetry Is not from the darkest man disguised under a mantle of beauty?
It is not wisdom. It's art, with all that that implies.


Magic uses a lot of poetry. For me, everything is ritual with words related to a certain force, violence in the speech.
The words are all that is most human. As they reflect the depths of man!

No wonder the words have so fascinated the psychoanalysts. Freud said: "it is through language that essentially turns.

This amounts to the notion of meaning: the choice of a word, depending on the language, reflects the unconscious.

If words have power, it's one of us learn about ourselves and the world. One way to take part, in accepting us as we are.

This is not sacred or profane.

is human.

Conclusion
I'm writing.
I appreciate the beauty of language.
I appreciate the wisdom that can bring the books.
But I remain convinced that this is all a matter of human feeling.
After all, my distant American Indian ancestry make me keep my feet on the ground by making me understand that Europeans have the sacred book, the novel then, by losing all credibility in oral culture, a culture that is essential to transmission of values and knowledge ... But not necessarily essential regarding spirituality.

As shown above, the signified and the signifiers of a change too civilized to each other for a language to be worth more than another.
It's the same media, which are all equal, regardless of their use. The reason why the books were considered as sacred comes from a Christian influence that has galvanized the value of his book as well. It is from this moment that we looked like the books support the wisdom of the ancients.
Challenging words - which are the words of God - thereby returning to expose themselves to censorship, a bonfire, or worse, the death penalty.
poets of yesteryear have long propagated the belief of divine inspiration through the Muses (a belief which explained the previously unknown phenomenon of the unconscious, imagination and creativity), characters mythical Greek.
All this has influenced our vision of words and their relationship to the sacred.

I think the disabled who can not speak aloud. Are those left behind into account the spiritual world because of their inability to speak? I doubt it. For me, it still a sign of the importance of the inner voice.


I think the most important of all is to be comfortable with his choices.

that, I leave you with the magic words that parents love to hear from their children: if you please! thank you! I love you!

And on a humorous little video showing the transition from scrolls and codices.
course, there is a reference to the difficulty of adapting to IT.




Sources

* My lecture notes for Linguistics, History of publishing, Literature of Ancient Poetry and Philosophy, I can not reproduce here .
* The evolution of the book: the Codex eBook
* The photo
* Bertil Malmberg History of linguistics
* Language
* Google image (it must be so, for the pictures!).

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(Blogger does not give freedom of speech to "space" - yet that says more than words themselves - every little space is now represented by the symbol " <>.
Not practical, I know, but I do my best with the means at my disposal)


A poem of my own, written under the watchful eye of Goddess.




Please Dana

Help me catch you, to teach
<> <> by earth observation
Help me to you know
<> <> to know me

Help me find the right balance
<> <> between shadow and light
<> <> between secrecy and clarity
<> <> between understanding
<> <> <> <> <> myself
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You're the Nature
And I want to live according to your teachings
<> <> <> <> your balance
- Help me to help me

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I'm Pagan, by Selena Fox

The text transcribed here is not mine, but an anonymous translator. The original author, Selena Fox, a Wiccan priestess to the many significant writings.
I'm not Wiccan, but I still have great affinity with this tradition, and this text reflects my vision of things.
Whether you agree or disagree with Ms. Fox, these words reflect serenity, harmony and personal with the world waiting to be shared.

Happy reading.

I am pagan, by Selena Fox. Anonymous translator.

I am Pagan. I am a part of the totality of Nature. Rocky, Animals, Plants, Elements and the Stars are my relatives. Other humans are my sisters and my brothers, whatever their races, colors, genders, sexual orientations, ages, nationalities, religions, lifestyles. Planet Earth is my home. I am a part of this large family of Nature, without being the master. I have my own part to play and I seek to discover and fulfill that part the best of my ability. I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of nature, treating them with respect.

I'm Pagan. I celebrate the changing seasons, the progress of the Wheel of the year. I celebrated with songs, dances, feasts, rituals and many other ways. I celebrate every movement of the wheel with personal spiritual practices and participating in community events.

Samhain, commonly known as Halloween is a time spent watching the future and to honor my ancestors and other loved ones who are in the spiritual world. I do magic for greater religious freedom for Pagans and all humanity. I celebrate New Year's spiritual wiccan and Celtic.

Yule, the winter solstice is a celebration of peace and a celebration of the rise in the sunlight. I honor the new sun shining child, burning the Yule log in a sacred fire. I honor the Great Goddess in her many aspects of the God Father and mother in the shape of Santa Claus in his old viel God, Father Time and the Holy King. I decorate my house with lights and with holly, ivy, mistletoe, evergreen green leaves and other herbs sacred to this season. I chime the new solar year with bells.

In early February, I celebrated Candlemas, known by the ancient Celts as Imbolc name and by the contemporary American like Groundhog Day (Groundhog Day). I focus on spiritual purification and clearing obstacles to prepare for the coming of Spring and new growth. During this festival, I light candles in honor of Brigid and invited him to inspire me in my artistic work and guide me in my healing practice. I give offerings of seeds for birds wild.

At the spring equinox , I welcome the revival of this season and celebrates the return of the green on earth dressing in this color. I honor the Teutonic goddess Ostara and spirit of the rabbit, her husband. I color eggs with friends and make new choices for new growth.

Beltane in early May is a festival of fertility and pleasure. I dress in bright colors and wears a garland of flowers in my hair. I accomplish May dance and bless the gardens and the creation of projects. I jumped over the Beltane fire for luck. I flowered the Sacred Shrine of the Goddess Bast cat and other sacred sites.

Time summer solstice, also known as Midsummer and Litha is a time of great gathering when I greet old friends and meeting new ones. I dance with them around a sacred fire to the magical rhythms of the drums. I honor my tribe and spiritual community. I celebrate Pagan culture. Add stones to the sacred shrine in the land of the circle en faisant des prières pour le bien-être et l'harmonie planétaire.

Lorsque août arrive, je célèbre Lammas (1° août), connu aussi sous le nom de Lughnasadh. Durant cette fête, j'honore le sommet de l'été et la prospérité. Je remercie non seulement pour les plantes cultivées et sauvages ainsi que pour les bénédictions qui commencent à se réaliser, mais je prie aussi pour la poursuite de l'abondance. Je rompt et mange le pain avec d'autres dans le rituel et je fais des offrandes d'herbe et de pain aux Déesses et aux Dieux de l'agriculture.

L ' autumnal equinox, which some called Mabon is a time of thanksgiving for all the crops harvested during my time of growth. I am grateful for the food that I received the gardens and fields and for others blessings that happened to me. Offered to Mother Earth the best fruits, vegetables, herbs, nuts and other food as I could muster.

And Samhain, the Wheel of the year yet again.

I am Pagan. Also I honor the seasons of life in my own life, the beginnings, growth, production, harvesting, completions and the resumption of any cycle. Life is a circle that includes many cycles. With every end comes a new beginning. In death, there is the promise of rebirth.

I am Pagan. I see the cycles of change and renewal not only in my own life, but in my heritage. I see my life as a circle that is connected with the circle of my life ancestors. They are a part of me and my life. The ancient wisdom of the rebirth of nature, and renewal is embodied in the arms of two of my clan's ancestors. Germans of my ancestors in the lineage of my mother I find the totem of the heron, a family emblem signifying perseverance and renewal after the difficulties. Of my Celtic ancestors of my paternal line, I find the symbol in the arms of an oak carved on which germinate and grow new branches from its roots. It is included in a circle with the motto, "Itenun Viriscit", meaning "growing green again." These symbols and motto to me remember not only my own and the renewal of nature, but the revival of pagan philosophy on this planet that is part of the work of my life as a pagan priestess.

I am Pagan. The change of intentional consciousness, Magic, is a part of my spirituality. For every problem there is at least one solution and a growth opportunity. I create my own reality with my thoughts, feelings and actions. All I can always come back to me rejected. I try to follow the Wiccan Rule: "Do not harm and do what you want. "When I do magic in the ritual, before creating and directing the energy, I always try to have a bigger picture in which my needs are only part. I try to work for the good of all as well as mine. When problems come to me, I seek to understand their cause and their messages, which become part of the solution. By doing healing work, I try to speak to the spiritual causes in underlying disease, rather than to focus only on symptom relief.

I am Pagan . I perform the magic of the moon to help and heal others, myself and the planet. The Triple Goddess of the Moon will guide me. I enable the creation and growth during the beginnings of the moon energizes protests during the full moon and rejects the obstacles during the decay and the moon. I am taking part in the rituals of new and full moons and I am aware that my Circles are part of the larger web of circles that exist at the moment around the planet earth.

I am Pagan. I am a Pantheist, recognizing that the divine is everywhere and in everything. I honor the divine that is in the oak forest in the garden herbs in the wild birds singing in the trees, the rocks of the hill, in myself and yes, even in the "things" such as my car , cameras and computers. I understand that everything has a physical body also has a spiritual body. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, are separate in this world of form. I honor the union between creator and creation.

I am Pagan. I know that Divinity has many facets and I experience this in the variety of goddesses, gods and other spiritual forms. I honor the Divine as single unit of anything. My personal encounters with the Goddesses and the pagan gods and other divine forms have transformed and enriched my life. Hecate appeared to me in a death to teach me the liberation and rebirth. Young child, Artemis came in me and helped me to avoid an alleged rapist. Selena, goddess of the full moon gave me visions and my name. Sacred sun gives me energy. Yemaya, goddess of the ocean cleanses me and renews me. I heard Pan playing his flute in the woods. Dionysus awakens in me the joys spontaneity and ecstatic bliss. He taught me the mysteries of androgyny. I experienced the union of Goddess and God while I made love with my friend in the garden. Bast has helped me deepen my relationship with my cats. Cernunnos appeared to me in the forest as a deer. Isis spoke to me in flashes of light in the depths of the night and the flow of energy through my hands during care. Saturn gave me lessons on discipline, time and organic agriculture. The Lady of freedom protects me while I work for religious freedom for Wiccans and other pagans. Mother Earth guide my work on this part of world. I experience the Divine as the form of animal totems, allies of plants, like other forms in my dreams, in my travels and in my inner vision quests, alone in nature.

I am Pagan. My spiritual practices include understanding and self-acceptance instead of self-rejection. I share my views with others when I feel this is fair, but I'm not proselytizing, claiming for example that my way is the only true and right path for everyone. There are many sentiers qui conduisent en haut de la montagne spirituelle et non un seul.

Je suis Païenne . Mon adoration prend la forme de communion divine avec la nature. Comme faisant partie de mon adoration, j'ai fondé et préservé un espace sacré de la nature, le Sanctuaire du cercle (Circle Sanctuary). Je fais des rituels en des endroits spéciaux, tels que dans le cercle de Pierres ; sur le haut de la roche de l'esprit au-dessus des vallées ; dans le cercle magique du jardin ; sur les sanctuaires extérieurs ; dans le Temple intérieur de l'habitation et dans les abris sous roches antiques qui hébergeaient the elders who lived on these lands, there are thousands of Earth years. I also do rituals elsewhere, both inside and outside. My worship and my rites can be done anywhere, since my sacred circle is portable. Wherever I am, I can construct a circle around a sacred sphere with seven invocations: four directions, one for the Cosmos, one for land and a center for spiritual integration.

I'm Pagan. I travel in the inner worlds of dreams, meditations and rituals. J'emploie des outils sacrés destinés à m'aider dans mon voyage et mes actes de magie. Ils comprennent des chaudrons, des cristaux, des bougies, des encensoirs, des calices d'eau, des pentacles, du sel, des coupes de terre, des plumes, des cloches, des balais, des clochettes, des tambours, des baguettes, des bâtons, des lames, des miroirs et une variété d'outils de divination, incluant les Tarot, le Yi-Ching et les runes. Je vole avec ma conscience à travers l'espace et le temps. J'explore d'autres dimensions et alors je reviens avec des signes, la connaissance et le pouvoir. Je vais entre les mondes pour guérir, croître et transformer. La perception psychique, intuitive est une partie naturelle et non surnaturelle, de ma vie quotidienne.

Je suis Païenne. Je m'harmonise avec les quatre éléments de la nature, la Terre, l'Air, le Feu, l'Eau et le cinquième élément l'Esprit, qui est la force spirituelle qui les relie tous. Je vois ces éléments dans la nature, la Terre dans le sol et les rochers ; l'air dans les vents et l'atmosphère ; le Feu dans l'éclair, le feu et électricité ; l'eau dans les cascades, les fleuves, les océans, les pluies et toutes les formes liquides de la planète ; l'Esprit comme l'Unité divine. Je vois aussi Elements such as aspects of Self. My physiology and my physical body is my earth, my intellect and my thoughts are my air, my will and my actions are my light and my emotions and feelings are my water and my inner self, my soul and my spirit. I try to keep healthy and to balance all these parts of Self. I work to restore the balance of elements in the environment.

I'm Pagan. I hear the cry of Mother Earth who is upset by the damage being done to the environment by humankind. I am appalled by the pollution of air, land, water and the play of domination that nations play with fire nuclear missiles and other weapons of mass destruction. I am also concerned with the spiritual pollution of the planet, selfishness, hatred, greed and power, addiction, violence and despair. While I see these problems, I feel at the same time the purification and proper care of the planet earth. I know I can help my ladder to reach the Planet greater balance by seeking harmony in my own life, being a catalyst to restore the balance in the lives of other individuals and working for a better environment. I know that my attitudes and my way of life can make a difference. I try to be a channel for healing and balance. I make environmental responsibility a part of my personal life. I try to live in harmony with other family members of Nature. I am Pagan. The natural spirituality is my religion and the foundation of my life. Nature is my spiritual teacher and my holy book. I am a part of nature and it is a part of me. My understanding of the inner mysteries of nature grows as I journey on this spiritual path.