Well I found the most hilarious image about witchcraft, it said something to the effect of "Witchcraft Harms None!"
I seriously sat here and laughed at that picture for five minutes. So I think that the creator of this image is a bit confused, well a lot confused. The Harm None concept is a Wiccan and Neo-Wiccan concept, I should probably define the difference but I'll do that another day.
Witchcraft isn't this love and light romanticized bollocks that most teenagers and neo-wiccans try to cultivate, another this is this persecution complex they seem to have. I've been in the craft for quite a while and I've met quite a few Neo-wiccans and it seems like they all have the same setting, Teh ebil x-tians wanna bring back teh burnen timez! They boggle my mind, seriously the chances of any of the victims being actual witches is about the same chances of me becoming the pope, non-existant until I take over the catholic church. ;p
Heres a bit about Wicca, There is only one type of Wicca and that's British Traditional Wicca. The one that is an Orthopraxic, Oathbound, Initiatory, Mystery-based, Experiential, Coven-based, Fertility-focused, Dithesitic Witch-cult whose members are all Clergy within a Lineaged Tradition. There is only four or five traditions that fall under this. They are the only legit Wiccan groups. And then there is the mislabeled "Wicca", which is actually Eclectic Neo-Paganism. Well now you know what I mean when I say Wicca and Neo-Wicca. ;)
Well I'm done now.
Goodbye my loyal subjects,
Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Faith, Empress and Queen, Sovereign over all, Daniel Devereux.
"If you use quantum physics and burnt toast you'll become immortal." - Me and QC "I belive myself Immortal so therefore I am Immortal." - Me
"I'm immortal until proven otherwise." - Me
Hey guys,
I dunno, I've been thinking lately about life and death and everything else. Gods are immortal, right? Well if you have eternity then now isn't all that important. I mean they live in the moment, well I guess they would.
Well I guess I'll come out and say what this post is about; We created the gods so therefore we are gods ourselves, well I'm a god I don't know about you people. Well, I woke up this afternoon and thought it was monday, it was thursday, I'm getting out of touch with everything. I mean today I spoke to only two people on skype, Jana and Matthew each of their calls dropped and they haven't spoken to me since.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, it's just everything is blurring together, hell I can't even remember to do a few simple chores; then again that might just be me being a teenager. I mean I feel more detached from the world than when I was wyrd walking, Hell I was mostly out of my body and now here I am fully fucking grounded and in my body and I'm getting swept up by the tides.
Is this what it is like to be mortal, because if so I don't like it. I mean seriously I'm pure, I'm perfect, and I'm being narcissistic. I'm sorry I'm allowed to be like this; I've fallen from grace, and I just now noticed how weird that sounds.
Well I know how to fix this all, my insomnia, my life, everything. Now I just have to wait. Wait I just realized Matthew swears to me, does that mean I have even more godly powers? ;P
I really do believe that I'm perfect, pure, immortal, and a god. I don't mean to come off self-centered nor narcissistic I'm just me, I stand out in a crowd when I have the need, I'm me.
Night Lovelies,
- Daniel Devereux
P.S. I'm gonna go smite people with my smighty smightyness ;P
"If you have to cross thin ice, then do it in a dance!"
Hello Love,
It does get better, maybe not now but it will. The It Gets Better Project is a project that was started up on youtube because of a recent string of suicides by GLBTQ youth. I would do a video but I am not eloquent like The lovely SisterUnity Divine, nor am I as heartfelt as Shane Dawson; Please don't misconstrue the lack of a video as me not caring but I prefer to write.
In seventh grade, near the end of the year, I was outed. I had told a very close friend that I was homosexual and that I had known that for quite a few years. Well she had this friend who was a gossip and who was almost connected at the hip. Well I became the one who made the gossips talk, I was already strange and weird, they where day and I was night. Actually coming out was the best thing for me, yes I was the butt of jokes and yes I was bullied, but being forced out taught me who was friend and who wasn't.
When I was outed I was threatened with violence and their words were likened to venom, each word was a curse. My circle of friends dropped severely to nearly none. I won't lie to you my life became a living hell and it still is. Before this all happened I was researching paganism and I think that was what helped me through the hate and venom, the pain and torment. When I got to practicing the craft I jumped in head first, I brought books with me and I ignored the world for a time. Their where days and weeks where I wouldn't speak and that made the gossips talk even more.
Nearing the end of the school year I threw myself into my writing, gods I had so much written - nearly a thousand pages; of course I was writing a love novel. At some point I just started to spiral downward, my writing had taken a deadly tone; I started to kill off the characters in more and more disturbing ways. I guess it was good my Mother went snooping, I had been looking up what happened after one died, what happened to the body; well she assumed that wanted to off myself and on some level she was right.
In eighth grade I barely spoke, even less than before. My bestfriend I no longer saw all that often, we had classes that never crossed. Around that time I kept writing down my thoughts, anything and everything that crossed my mind. Around that time my things would be stolen, books, pens, and my thoughts (as in the book that kept them). At this time I had one friend who I didn't know all that well and I fell out of touch with him. That year I planned to off myself, obviously I failed. :)Around April that year I found out about Pagan Planet, it was a chatroom on stickam.
Freshman year was hell, people where worse. The bullies hadn't evolved, I mean come on its old news, right? My freshman year was also good, I was in pagan planet almost daily. The chatroom introduced me to so many people whom I grew to love, it also gave my the opportunity to re-invent myself. During this time I basically had two functioning personalities, one that was the quiet meek little thing that rolled over and then their was Daniel. Daniel was a persona before he became me, he was loud, he was rude, he was perfect; and then he kinda integrated himself making me, me. That year I tried offing myself twice. At the time my Mother started to date this catholic guy, who then moved in, needless to say all things pagan had to go. It felt like the walls of where closing in, my world collapsing. When he was near you could feel the tension, when he spoke Daniel came into play. During this time I was prone to loud arguments and yelling with the Bastard, The cops were called often; he would claim that I was a danger. I am no danger to my family, to him, maybe.
When he moved out my Mother became much more lenient. I spent the summer before my sophomore year in summer school, that was probably the best thing that could have happened. I met people and had friend and it was awesome. I haven't tried to kill myself sense then, I won't lie to you and say I haven't thought about it but I haven't gotten as close as I had in the past; I'm sure that if I had someone to talk to who understood I wouldn't have gone as far as I had.
Love, it does get better it just takes time. If you ever need someone to talk to, Gay, Straight, Lesbian I don't care what you are. If you need someone I am here.
Don't let your flame be a little pilot light, let it burn bright.
So, Skype plus no sleep plus Elizabeth and no sleep plus a cat doesn't work. She just laughed for like three minutes straight. Okay so who's Elizabeth? Well she is my internet mom, we talk nearly ever day and we're a little bonkers!
Okay so, new name for the blog; Tourjours Pur is french for always pure. In the Harry Potter series, which I love, the saying Tourjours Pur is the motto of the Black family. Needless to say that the Black family is a bunch of purebloods and the motto is about blood purity, I guess that rings true for me a bit as well. From my first post you'll glean that my family and I don't get along; this little fact has brought me to the conclusion that I should make my own.
I guess for me Always Pure means your loyal, loyal to me that is. I would trust a witch before a non-witch and if you're in the family I'd trust you more so. In a sense it's still about blood purity in a way, but now its more of a status. Its blood purity in the sense that I rank them in loyalty, their title denotes said rank. Like Elizabeth I trust her a lot so her rank would be considered that of a mother, Ashley who is another close friend would be like an older sister.
I’m Daniel a single gay teenager in Nebraska. I dropped out of high-school during my Junior year; I’ve had chronic migraines since January of ’09, they tend to be quite severe to the point it hurt to move or think, hell I’ve spent days in bed because of them.
