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I am a Priest
It is up to me to present the Gods
to those who may not know Them.
I speak for the Gods
to others and share Their words
to those who cannot hear.
I am a Priest.
It is up to me to represent
my Gods in the best manner I can.
I speak with Their authority
I move through my life
and I am Them on this Earth.
I am a Priest.
I have no excuses
when my Gods ask me where I went wrong.
I cannot say “I did not know,
“I did not hear, and I cut a corner.”
I should know better than that.
I am a Priest.
I have a connection to the Gods
that others may not have.
I can hear Them and They comfort me
when I despair and when I hurt
I am embraced in Their arms.
I am a Priest.
More than anyone else,
I have to have a Personal relationship
with my Gods. They are part of my
waking, my sleeping, my breathing
and I can never forget They are with me.
Well, just got an email from a lady who wanted some very specific information from me, so that she could judge the “correctness” of the Journal by what I had to say. She wanted, in effect, my Pagan Resume’.
So, I’m going to do something that I rarely do and that is talk about myself. BUT, I’m also going to put it behind a “cut” so that it’s not super-public where any idiot with an RSS reader can see it, they actually have to click on a link to get this information.
So, if you are using an aggregator like Thunderbird, click on the link to this post and read it in full if that is what you want to do. If you found this page through the actual blog, then you will have to click on the “more” link below to see the rest of it.
Okay, first off I have to say that this information in here is very personal. The other thing I have to say is that most of this is covered in other places around this site. Next it’s going to sound like I’m name dropping, but I’m really not. Last, believe me, don’t believe me, it’s entirely up to you.
Druid, Seax-Wican, Witch, into BDSM, male, wears a leather cowboy hat my wife got me for Mother’s Day, 12 year old daughter, leather worker, IT Guru, bad teeth which flare up occasionally, owner of Daven’s Journal and Black Rose Floggers, geek and nerd, Ollamh of the ODU, 6 feet tall and shrinking, 37 and feeling 50 when I don’t feel 21, dad and husband, comfortable inside my skin, PROFESSIONAL author and finally just a critic.
“What belt do you have?”
“Canvas. You like? J.C.Penny $3.98”
“Secret Karate punch make all of body fit inside one inch.”
“Ah Daniel-san, you all wet behind EARS!!!”
“Can you do that?”
“Don’t know, never been attacked by tree.”
“I’m sorry, that was stupid.”
“Miyagi say same thing to father. Father agree, was stupid. Father was right.”
“Wax on. Wax off.”
Okay, let’s be honest here. We need to get rid of the Rede completely.
Yeah, I said it. What’s more I’ll defend it.
The Rede is antiquated. It’s been the source of more than a little confusion to those who are new, and a LOT of confusion to those who aren’t Wiccan. It has come to be a “Pan Pagan” assumed ethic when it is not. It has been taken out of context and translated literally and even worse, translated figuratively for generations of people. And you know what? We still harm each other all the time.
I harm my family when I go to work since I am not there for their emotional support. I harm my family when I come home since I am not at work earning money to fill their bellies. No matter what I do I harm my family. It’s a Catch 22 situation.
Recently there was a suggestion that we of the ODU each write up a “bio” and tell about ourselves. In typical Daven fashion, I didn’t follow the “format” of the first poster, but I came up with my own way of doing things.
But I started thinking a few hours ago. “Not bad for a cheesy site put up in a couple hours.”
That’s what Daven’s Journal started out as, a personal journal of a druid character on a site dealing with historical research and reenactment. I chose the Celtic countries, and beacuse I was Wiccan at the time decided to play a Druid. Not allowing myself to insult the memory of the Druids of old, I decided to do some research on Druids and share what I learned with others.
Thus “Daven’s Personal Journal” was born. It was a small information site off my “domus” (my “home” in the role playing side of things) that I used to inform members of my “family” (the Iceni) what was going on and what to do.
That was back somewhere around October of ’99. I know this because two events happened in August, I found Ancinet Sites and I got the job I’m still at now.
This time I’m going to rant about Honor.
Why is it that people seem to think that just because they don’t want to, they are not obligated to keep promises made? Why do they think that Honor is something that can be spat on with impunity? Why is honor used as a punchline?
Honor is your personal integrity. It is the ONLY measure of a man or a woman. It is the yardstick used to ensure that society functions. It is what keeps us from devolving into anarchy and “only the strong” kind of mentality. Culture is not what keeps us from barbarism, only Honor is.
Let me float a few scenarios to you. You find a bag of money and notice that it fell out of a woman’s purse while she was getting a pen out. You give it back. What does that make you? Trustworthy? A Good Samaritan? Honest? Each of those can be replaced by Honor and it still be correct.
If you kept that money, what would that make you? Mean? Dishonest? A bad person? What if you deposited it into your account while you watched her frantically looking through her purse for that money? Once again, each of those can be replaced by Honor.
As promised, here is an excerpt from this upcoming book. This is one chapter, not all of it. This is also copyrighted material, so you CANNOT republish this AT ALL without my permission, and I can say that I won’t be giving it since this is for publication, and until it is published it cannot be shared.
Also, keep in mind that this is a draft copy. All this may be changed in the final version. It’s not been edited, nor has it even been spellchecked. I thought I would let you all get an advance look into what I plan on saying. 😉
With those thoughts firmly in mind, please click here.
Well, I started thinking about some things (which long term readers will recognize as a warning sign, it’s very dangerous for me to be thinking.) and I came to a conclusion.
I’m a snob.
No, really, I am.
I think that beliefs that one clings to should have some basis in REASON, not just “because everyone believes it…” I believe that someone who is advocating a position should be able to intelligently defend that position, without resorting to rhetoric or obfuscation. I think that while an emotional position is fine for such arguments, that one should be able to articulate those feelings.
I think that everyone should sit down and read a dictionary.
I think that there is something wrong with those who don’t enjoy reading (books and stories, I can understand not reading technical manuals).
I think that instead of speaking and teaching to the least intelligent person who may be present, I should speak and talk to the MOST intelligent person present, that way everyone else is lifted up to their level, and the world’s intelligence increases instead of decreases.
I passionately believe that intellectual laziness is wrong because it leads to laziness in other areas.
Well, it’s that time again. I want a webby, best of the web or something. Been on the “People’s Choice” list twice. It’s interesting that they don’t tell you you are up for one, or how many votes you got as compared to everyone else.
Bah, just one of those days and wanting some scrap of validation. Nevermind.