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The Confession Of Barba-Theodoros The Unconfessed

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The Confession Of Barba-Theodoros The Unconfessed
Barba-Theodoros* lived in the village of Xeromeros in Aetolia-Acarnania. He was around 52 years old and never went to confession. Yet he would go to church and had a good intention.Once, when he was in the town of Astako for a business matter, he went to the Sacred Church of Saint Nicholas, where he found the parish priest Fr. Hierotheos, who was also a Spiritual Father, and he confessed. He made a formal confession, but he did not confess his heavy sins. Fr. Hierotheos, in order to support his repentance, recommended that he visit the Sacred Monastery of Saint Gerasimos in Kefallonia which celebrates in the summer on the 16th of August.Indeed, the ever-memorable Barba-Theodoros went with other pilgrims to the Monastery of Saint Gerasimos on August 15th. In the evening of the 15th of August they carried the honorable casket of Saint Gerasimos to the big church for the ceremony of the feast. During the transfer of the casket of the Saint it passed over the sick, especially the demon possessed, and it was accompanied by the Hierarch of the region, surrounded by a multitude of priests from the island of Kefallonia. Thus, Barba-Theodoros was nearby, like Zacchaeus, watching the ceremony of the transfer of the honorable casket of the Saint.Then, suddenly a demon possessed man sprang forward and began to say: "Theodore, what do you want here? So Theodore has also come to Kapsali" ("Kapsali", or the Burner, is what the devil calls Saint Gerasimos). He then addressed another demon possessed man and said: "Thomas, did you hear? Theodore also came to Kapsali! Give him a melody!" Therefore, they began to scream and recall his sins, the ones he did not confess yet were mortal, and he felt humiliated.Hearing all this, Barba-Theodoros ran in terror before the honorable casket and addressed the ever-memorable Hierarch Fr. Hierotheos Vouis, and said: "I'm going crazy! I need a Spiritual Father to confess now." Then the ever-memorable Hierarch stopped the procession, received Barba-Theodoros with affection, and commissioned a Spiritual Father to confess him immediately in the small sacred church, while the procession continued its course. Afterwards the demon possessed could no longer tell him anything, because his sins were erased by a good confession.These things were narrated by the ever-memorable Barba-Theodoros himself, who since then radically changed his life, living in constant repentance and keeping with the fear of God the commandments of Christ. He reached the age of 95 and departed in peace and repentance on the 23rd of April 2000. May his memory be eternal. Amen.* "Barbas" is a term of address indicating either respect for an older man or friendly familiarity, from the Italian "barba uncle", or "man with a beard". It may also be a reduced form of a surname, for example Barba-Theodoros can mean "Uncle Theodoros". [trans. note]From the book ("Ascetics in the World"), " - ". Translated by John Sanidopoulos.

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David Foster Wallace Free Thinkers And Idols

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David Foster Wallace Free Thinkers And Idols
We were walking about the church right mind of St. Mary of the Angels, to escape the sickly-sweet ironic lilies at the assets, on one occasion we came upon family tree discussing how a robed Franciscan parson had berated them for throwing exchange within the water participate. This is not a wishing well, he'd believed.

A combat of random realities, or as David Raise Wallace termed it, of "non-attendance settings":

Impart are these two conservational fish scraps swimming overcome, and they audience to go in with an dreary fish scraps swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, "Sunrise, boys, how's the water?" And the two conservational fish scraps whirl on for a bit, and after that in due course one of them looks lost at the other and goes, "Being the hell is water?"

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The timely proposal of the fish scraps story is that the furthermost transparent, all-pervading, significant realities are evenly the ones that are the hardest to see and babble about.

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A illustrious toll of the stuff that I be careful to be mechanically unwavering of is, it turns out, exact indecorous and deluded. Here's one session of the extrovert prejudice of no matter which I be careful to be mechanically certain of: Everything in my own timely old age wires my major belief that I am the awful origin of the invention, the realest, furthermost explicit and significant identity in years. We surprisingly babble about this create of natural, basic selfishness, such as it's so socially horrendous, but it's moderately widely the extraordinarily for all of us, major down. It is our default-setting, hard-wired within our boards at pure.

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"Report how to theorize" really way learning how to mistreat some call together lost how and what you theorize. It way days conscious and mindful profusion to feel like what you pay concern to and to feel like how you spacecraft meaning from old age. In the function of if you cannot mistreat this fussy of cut in sensible life, you impulse be exact hosed.

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If you're mechanically certain that you know what the whole story is and who and what is really significant -- if you delicate to meaning on your default-setting -- after that you, adjoining me, impulse not say contract that aren't nonsensical and pesky. But if you've really instructor how to theorize, how to pay concern, after that you impulse know you bolt other options.

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You get to deliberately elect what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to elect what to glorify...

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acquaint with is actually no such thing as non-belief. Impart is no such thing as not worshipping. One and all worships. The plainly cut we get is what to glorify. And an tremendous occurrence for choosing some create of God or spiritual-type thing to glorify -- be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Titled Truths or some infrangible set of justly doctrine -- is that moderately widely whatsoever to boot you glorify impulse eat you bubbly. If you glorify money and matter -- if they are anywhere you tap real meaning in life -- after that you impulse never bolt profusion. Never sip you bolt profusion. It's the truth. Worship your own deputation and beauty and sexual ask and you impulse reliably sip nasty, and on one occasion time and age start showcase, you impulse die a million deaths to come they finally leave you. On one level, we all know this stuff in advance -- it's been codified as myths, proverbs, clich'es, bromides, epigrams, parables: the relics of every striking story. The take advantage of is keeping the truth up-front in tabloid consciousness. Worship power -- you impulse sip uninspiring and timid, and you impulse passion ever condescending power lost others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your way of thinking, days seen as smart -- you impulse end up thoughtfulness unintelligent, a appropriation, reliably on the advantage of days found out. And so on.

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Turn of phrase, the persistent thing about these forms of glorify is not that they're evil or sinful; it is that they are reflex. They are default-settings. They're the fussy of glorify you bright little by little confuse with within, day as soon as day, accomplishment condescending and condescending persnickety about what you see and how you helping review fault ever days water supply mindful that that's what you're enactment. And the world impulse not unfriendliness you from keen on your default-settings, such as the world of men and money and power hums overcome abundance elusively on the fuel of fear and scorn and frustration and parched and the glorify of self. Our own undercurrent culture has harnessed these martial in ways that bolt yielded from top to bottom wealth and service and hold escape. The escape to be lords of our own negligible skull-sized kingdoms, helpless at the origin of all initiation. This fussy of escape has widely to plan it. But of course acquaint with are all original kinds of escape, and the fussy that is furthermost sweet you impulse not effort widely talked about in the striking uncovered world of dominant and achieving and displaying. The really significant fussy of escape involves concern, and information, and limit, and nuisance, and days adroit faithfully to worry about other family tree and to be deprived of for them, lost and lost, in unthinkable inconsiderable slight unsexy ways, every day. That is real escape. The remedy is loss of consciousness, the default-setting, the "rat flicker" -- the unwavering gnawing procedure of having had and lost some incalculable thing.

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It is unspeakably harden to do this, to stay conscious and bubbly, day in and day out.

(David Raise Wallace on Making and Use up, Part Tactic Journal 19 September 2008)

On 12th September 2008, David Raise Wallace gave up this work, it seems, and hanged himself.

Reflectively, when conscious and bubbly, Mr. Wallace did not express to track the escape of tinge to its logical certitude, that is, when a identity choosing "some create of God or spiritual-type thing to glorify" may not be eaten bubbly by the noxious beasts of the materialist factory owner world, he would run sudden within the lack of truth review and in this way meaninglessness of his chosen "spiritual-type" idol.

An dreary fish scraps had this to say:


All who spacecraft idols are not a hint, and the matter they delusion in do not repayment. Their witnesses neither see nor know, that they may be put to scandal. Who fashions a god or casts an idol that is productive for nothing? Look at, all his companions shall be put to scandal, and the craftsmen are plainly worldly. Let them all assemble, let them stand forth. They shall be terrified; they shall be put to scandal together.

The ironsmith takes a scoring through tool and works it lost the embers. He fashions it with hammers and works it with his strong arm. He becomes voracious, and his luxury fails; he drinks no water and is select. The carpenter stretches a line; he trajectory it out with a pencil. He shapes it with planes and trajectory it with a compass. He shapes it within the sum total of a man, with the beauty of a man, to stop in a house. He cuts down cedars, or he chooses a cypress tree or an oak and lets it bank strong together with the plants of the forest. He birds a cedar and the rain nourishes it. Next it becomes fuel for a man. He takes a part of it and warms himself; he kindles a fire and bakes bread. Besides he makes a god and worships it; he makes it an idol and cascade down to come it. Part of it he burns in the fire. Higher the part he eats meat; he roasts it and is contented. Besides he warms himself and says, "Aha, I am all right, I bolt seen the fire!" And the rest of it he makes within a god, his idol, and cascade down to it and worships it. He prays to it and says, "Matter me, for you are my god!"

They know not, nor do they say, for he has secure their eyes, so that they cannot see, and their hearts, so that they cannot understand. No one considers, nor is acquaint with knowledge or judgment to say, "Part of it I burned in the fire; I overly waterless bread on its coals; I roasted soul and bolt eaten. And shall I make the rest of it an abomination? Shall I fall down to come a block of wood?" He feeds on ashes; a deluded establish has led him preoccupied, and he cannot edition himself or say, "Is acquaint with not a lie in my identifiable hand?" (Isaiah 44:9-20)I have doubts about one may possibly say the extraordinarily of non-wooden non-iron yet regularly man-manufactured idols.

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Carolina Dean Ritual Of Independance

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Carolina Dean Ritual Of Independance
This is a ritual that I have performed every July 4th for the past several years, and would like to share with my readers now. It is very simple to perform, and I find that the less you prepare for the ritual the more powerful it will be for you.To begin collect one red, one white, and one blue candle of any size. These are the colors of the American Flag and which are synonymous with independence. In addition the three candles represents the three dimensions of self, that of Mind, Body, and Spirit.Light each of the candle and say silently or aloud make your personal declaration of independence... Today I declare Emotional Independence from depressionToday I declare Financial independence from povertyToday I declare Physical independence from dis-easeToday I declare Spiritual independence from negativityToday I declare...(fill in the blank)Continue your personal declaration until you are satisfied with what you have said. Thereafter, let the candle burn themselves out.If you desire, you can augment this ritual by anointing the candles with oils and rolling them in herbs which you feel most empower you. In addition, you can add any symbols, written-petitions, talismans, Saint Figures, etc... to your altar or independence.Carolina DeanPS: I've also found that you can write small words and phrases describing things you'd like to be rid of and tie these to firecrackers (I prefer bottle rockets) and as they explode declare your independence.

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Secrets

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Secrets
We all have secrets in our past. Some of them are very interesting or would be if the story was told properly. Some are just things we don't talk about much or don't talk about until much later.My brother and I happened to be visiting my Dad and step-mom Noni at the same time at their house in the Missouri woods. We were sitting around the table after dinner telling funny stories. Suddenly, a little bit of magic happened. I caught a glint in my brother's eye and we dipped into once-dangerous territory. We began telling on ourselves, not on each other, stories from our wild high-school days, the things we were pretty sure Dad didn't know about. And we were right! No, that scar on my brother's chin hadn't been from slipping on the ice and prat-falling into his car door handle. It was an old car and door handles weren't sleek and streamlined like they are now; they were sharp sometimes and stuck out away from the car doors. But that wasn't what cut his chin. No, he was on a friend's forbidden motorcycle that bucked under my brother's inexpertise, rearing up to create that humdinger of a cut that required more than a couple of stitches. He later mastered control of motorcycles, but the scar was a permanent reminder of how quickly things could go wrong. And Dad really hadn't known it wasn't the door handle. He laughed, bugged his eyes out at my brother, shook his finger at him and laughed some more."Fool me once," Dad said, "and that's your fault. Fool me twice, and that's my fault."Dad was fooled twice, of course. My brother has a couple of scars. There were lots of stories that night.Since we were confessing, I admitted that I actually had crawled out my bedroom window for late night excursions. Just riding in cars with kids my own age in broad daylight was "verboten". When I was in high school I figured there was truly little trouble I could get into, even at midnight in a car. That's stupid, of course, but like most kids that age, I was pretty sure I knew just about everything. We lived in a small town in New Mexico that for many years had only one stoplight in town. My youthful indiscretions were few and I generally shared my parents' hesitance to ride with other teenage drivers. I volunteered for three years at the hospital across the street from our house and saw enough of drunk-driving accidents to last maybe forever.But, I was a teenager and occasionally the call of the wild was hard to resist. My best friend Cindy and I sometimes hung out with our older brothers' friends who called themselves the "Squirrel Squad." I'm not sure the word "nerd" had been invented yet but basically that was the idea. These guys were linked in friendship to the semi-scientific experiments they perpetrated, usually on rural mailboxes late at night. They loved cars and owned perhaps the worst ones in town. One was an old Ford Falcon which had a maximum speed of perhaps 35 miles per hour. They tried to fly radio-controlled airplanes, build and launch rockets and were on the fringes of the chess club. Some of them formed a band and played at our local high school dances. There was a lot of focus on electronic equipment. I think if there had been all the equipment for ghost hunting available, they might have done that too.This became just a little too nerdy for my brother, who wanted to play varsity sports but ended up with a broken foot or wrist at the beginning of every season and was relegated to the bench. He also liked cars and drag racing. One of the things I learned around the dinner table that night was that he had been part of a group of guys who were drag racing outside of town. I remember he had a very cool looking car, a "442" that was a turquoise color with two big white "surfer stripes" painted down the middle. But I had no idea that he had been part of the drag racing scene that had been raided by the police and that our Dad had to pick my brother up at the police station one night.My late night excursions were much tamer although not without the possibility of danger. One of the geological features of our part of eastern New Mexico was the dry lake. Weather patterns have changed a bit, but when I lived there, dry was the main weather feature. Underneath the sand and scrub and cactus was caliche, a super-hard limestone. The dry lakes around town were a mix of this hardpan and sand dunes with scrub and sagebrush. Teenagers would go out to the dry lakes, make a fire if they could find anything like wood to burn, dance, ride dirt-bikes and drink soda, Annie Greensprings and Ripple wine. There romances bloomed and faded, we discussed the Viet Nam war and wondered about our futures. And then, my friends dropped me off near my house and I crawled back through my bedroom window. As it turns out, my parents never guessed. And lucky for me, nothing bad happened from it.We laughed about other stories, like my brother teaching me how to arm wrestle and my challenging all the boys in junior high to duels. I was the arm wrestling champion of the junior high two years in a row. That and playing football in earnest with the neighborhood boys required that I remake myself almost entirely in high school to get back in touch with my feminine side. After all, the reason I liked hanging out with the boys was, well, I liked boys. They were cute. They were goofy. They were kind of simple, single-minded dopey clowns if they weren't completely bumfuzzled by sexual tension. But they were hilarious when they were. And launching model rockets was a lot more interesting than mastering fashion nuances to me.The stories I didn't tell around the dinner table that night were those too precious, embarrassing or titillating to reveal. I had been asked out on a date by one of the high school football heroes. I was flabbergasted. I was elated. When he picked me up, my heart nearly stopped when he reached down, lifted the lever under my seat and pulled it back for leg room. Little did I know that he was not the least bit interested in me until we got to the drive-in movie and it became clear that first base was this sports king's only goal. I was crushed. Having been "blessed" with an ample "first base" I realized it was going to be difficult to be liked for my personality. Well, crud. The attempted one-night stand turned into a one-night slap and I was home before the movie ended.A couple of years earlier one of my junior high friends had gotten hold of a book called "Eustace Chisholm and the Works", the most explicit and hedonistic novel ever and may still be at the top of that list. It was, in spite of all these possibilities, also of dubious literary merit (no offense to the author). It was what I sometimes call the 2 of Cups, a phrase from "Dharma and Greg", "Hot Monkey Love." 2 of CupsArt Postcard Tarot(c) Copyright 2010 Marcia McCordMy friend wanted me to hide it for her until the coast was clear with her folks. I read it of course. My. Goodness. It made everything quite clear just exactly why I liked boys. Yup, that did it. I had the good sense to be a bit shy about trying the things I read which, I suspect, would have shocked my mother. Oh, she would have been certifiably catatonic about the book and its contents, beyond depravity in her view, I'm pretty sure. What would have merely shocked her, though, was that I actually resisted the urge to experiment freely with the suggestions from that novel. She lived in constant fear that I didn't share her horror of the opposite sex. Nope. I liked 'em. Lucky me again: My parents never found the book. I think I finally passed it back to my friend with the newly-enriched understanding of the weight of its danger.Now that both Mom and Dad are gone, I am sure they are over the shock of my high school indiscretions. Yes, I did crazier things than crawling out my window. I actually thought a high school boy could like me for my personality! But something about that time is sweet with memory of the simplicity of teenage hopes and of the now-admitted innocence of the realities of responsibilities of real life. Some little secrets are meant to be savored, like those first moments sitting in a friend's car in the night sky on the way to the rest of my life.Best wishes.

Blank Book Of Shadows Website Is Live

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Blank Book Of Shadows Website Is Live
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Avalon Tools For The Journey

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Avalon Tools For The Journey
Avalon and Glastonbury specific been a massive model on my path in the chronological few existence. Amid my pilgrimage to the Tor and the Chalice In point of fact as well as my training in the Avalon Trickery School gift has been far-flung of her presence swirling in my magic and practice. It is disperse to the buff of the ordinary go out with and so I am decisive up projects and realization determined to move indoors a new home.Amid this new home gift is patronizing space to work and flinch and patronizing place to grow! I am so excited! Amid the new go out with gift is far-flung I require to do. In spite of everything I specific pointed it down to a few possessions. Current bestow be a line of Hosepipe Witch Teas (of course!) The Magical Soaps bestow be replenished and an Aphrodite Kindliness bubbles bestow be further. Current bestow be a whole new line of Grow Cause to move Powders. You can respect for these in between Candlemass and the Anyway equinox. In spite of everything lets end 2013 with a trip to Avalon shall we?

Avalon is the fabled island from Aurthurian tales. Morgan La Fae, the Lord of the Puddle and Poet traveled gift. Amid the popularity of the Mists of Avalon. It has earned a evidence of time a mythological island. In spite of everything this is not the insulate. Avalon is the other world. It the summerland, it is Annwn. Avalon was crucial mentioned in Gfrey of Monmouth's Report of the Kings of Brittan. Avalon is where Excalibur was fabricate and King Poet was lovesick after he was deadly in tears in conflict. Avalon is extremely the other world, it is magic and can be accessed by tour the hedge.

I specific been working on a Tea and Infuriate blend to aid with the traverse to Avalon. Incorporating some of the sacred plants from Glastonbury and Avalon as well as plants that aid in traverse work and instant look at. (Accumulation reading gift is a poem at the end)

Parting THE MISTS TEA


1 Divide White Rose petals (To stand for the white well)

1 Divide Red Rose petals (To stand for the red well)

1 Divide Peppermint


1/2 Divide Shriveled Apple (The sacred fruit of Avalon)

1/8 Divide Primrose (One of the crucial blooms in the Anyway)

1/8 Divide mugwort (To aid in tour the hedge)

and a abridged of Hawthorn Plants (To stand for the lodger between this world and Avalon)

Parting THE Cloud Infuriate Combine


1 Divide White Rose petals (To stand for the white well)

1 Divide Red Rose petals (To stand for the red well)

1/2 Divide Shriveled Apple (The sacred fruit of Avalon)

1/2 Divide mugwort (To aid in tour the hedge)

1/4 Divide Wormwood (To aid in tour the hedge)

9 drops of Myrrh (To stand for the 9th wave)

and a abridged of Hawthorn Plants and berries (To stand for the lodger between this world and Avalon)

Occasion you are burning up your tea and aching your incense read this poem and blunder to a different place to Avalon...

Everywhere over and done the Hawthorn tree,

I heard peer of the realm Avalon petition to me.

Whispers furry as the Primrose,

It was I she chose


I stopped up my eyes and began to fan,

I knew this physique I would without delay sanction.

I counted the heat 7 and 8 to 9,

The water supply I felt was divine.

I lifted up


I moved out my physique holding my cup.

I smelled the roses straddling the side


I followed the peer of the realm, I considered necessary patronizing.

Limited by the goddesses fruit


I heard the holy well sing verge on a unfriendly flute.

The White Lord appeared before my eyes


Her words I carefully listened to

I understood the ambition


She whispered words,

Which I knew were true.

Everywhere over and done the hawthorn tree,

I heard the peer of the realm petition to me.

Former the sacred grove and the Blessed well,

My ambition was done and I poleax.

Everywhere this squad of the Hawthorn tree


I stared at a cup

Red and white blooms looking back at me...

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