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anomali!
anomali!Jul. 4th, 2005
Yippee-tai-yai-yay.....
Jul. 4th, 2005 04:35 pmI go to see Llew in 20 minutes.
Oooh, hold me back.
It's been over two weeks. If I have my way, it'll be three weeks before we see each other again.
Oooh, hold me back.
It's been over two weeks. If I have my way, it'll be three weeks before we see each other again.
Re-lyricised
Jul. 4th, 2005 04:52 pm"I Want to Kiss You All Over"
I wanna hitcha all over
and over again
I wanna hitcha all over
Til the pain never ends
Til the pain never ends!
"Ramblin' Man"
Lord, I was born a Hostess Ham (with thanks to Todd)
"Look Away"
If you see me walkin' by
with my finger in my eye,
look away, baby
look away
Pointless, but funny, if only to me. Shut up.
I wanna hitcha all over
and over again
I wanna hitcha all over
Til the pain never ends
Til the pain never ends!
"Ramblin' Man"
Lord, I was born a Hostess Ham (with thanks to Todd)
"Look Away"
If you see me walkin' by
with my finger in my eye,
look away, baby
look away
Pointless, but funny, if only to me. Shut up.
Rhai'vil'fa'Luma
Jul. 4th, 2005 07:24 pmThe intro to the still unfinished Moon Myths. I just found it. Why all this stuff is scattered everywhere is beyond me. I'm so ashamed of my fool self.
Moon Myths
Traditionally each full moon possesses a name that distinguishes it and its patron month from all the others. Herein lie the Tarmian tales of how each moon got its name.
As will be mentioned in the Tale of the Storm Moon, the Tarmi were once our teachers, being Elders of the Earth. From all indications, they predated Humanity and probably the dinosaurs as well, and are the source of many of today's Faerie myths and traditions, being themselves of definite Elven appearance, yet drastically different from our modern perception of the Faerie Folk.
Typically the Tarmian beings would grow from about 5 to 9 feet in height and weigh 60 to 150 pounds. Apparently, they had hollow, birdlike bones, making them extremely light. Their eyes were quite large, being their prominent feature, and they shone like the stars that the Tarmi once travelled. Their ears drew up to soft points and their mouths, noses, and chins were small, making their faces triangular in shape. They were a beautiful and graceful people.
At one time the Tarmi lived all over the world and had five major centers of population. These nations were Khemheth in the East, Thessalonika in the South, El'Tour'Adhoa in the West, Omanola in the North, and the Veiled Island of Meybhelahn.
Today only Meybhelahn exists under Tarmian sovereignty. It guards the old tales, such as the thirteen told here, for those who would listen to them and remember our ancient alliances with the Tarmi. Meybhelahn is a Holy Island inhabited by Holy Beings who often haunt our dreams and waking fancies with the promise that, one day, when we are ready, Meybhelahn's veil will draw away and the Tarmi will return to the world of Humanity.
Enjoy the Moon Myths. Pass them on to your loved ones. Keep the promise and the magick alive in your hearts, and the Gods and Teachers will bless you.
As will be mentioned in the Tale of the Storm Moon, the Tarmi were once our teachers, being Elders of the Earth. From all indications, they predated Humanity and probably the dinosaurs as well, and are the source of many of today's Faerie myths and traditions, being themselves of definite Elven appearance, yet drastically different from our modern perception of the Faerie Folk.
Typically the Tarmian beings would grow from about 5 to 9 feet in height and weigh 60 to 150 pounds. Apparently, they had hollow, birdlike bones, making them extremely light. Their eyes were quite large, being their prominent feature, and they shone like the stars that the Tarmi once travelled. Their ears drew up to soft points and their mouths, noses, and chins were small, making their faces triangular in shape. They were a beautiful and graceful people.
At one time the Tarmi lived all over the world and had five major centers of population. These nations were Khemheth in the East, Thessalonika in the South, El'Tour'Adhoa in the West, Omanola in the North, and the Veiled Island of Meybhelahn.
Today only Meybhelahn exists under Tarmian sovereignty. It guards the old tales, such as the thirteen told here, for those who would listen to them and remember our ancient alliances with the Tarmi. Meybhelahn is a Holy Island inhabited by Holy Beings who often haunt our dreams and waking fancies with the promise that, one day, when we are ready, Meybhelahn's veil will draw away and the Tarmi will return to the world of Humanity.
Enjoy the Moon Myths. Pass them on to your loved ones. Keep the promise and the magick alive in your hearts, and the Gods and Teachers will bless you.
Blessed Be,
Tinhuviel Artanis
Tinhuviel Artanis
Daen Luma Me'adhi Jonnsa
Jul. 4th, 2005 08:11 pmThe Tale of the Barley Moon
Oh, how hot the Summers grew in the first years the Tarmi and Humans worked the Earth for their food! Every year, day in and day out, they would toil to keep their potatoes and grapes from floundering in the heat. But, during one particular Summer, water grew scarce and the crops slowly began to die in the dry heat. The people became worried, so the Solwdalno* of the tribes of Eterah, Briachna Evolaideŋe, travelled to the tallest mountain on Eterah where a sacred waterfall cascaded.
Now this waterfall was a place of power for it was believed that it sprang from the source of all the world's water and was beloved of Mnemiva, the Great Mother. Briachna had come here to ask for water, but was shocked to find that the waterfall was itself nothing but a weak trickle. Nevertheless, the Solwdalno sat before the once great waterfall and he waited and meditated.
Three weeks did he remain thus until the presence of Rhyllhyn appeared before him.
"Greetings to you, friend Solwdalno. Why do you wait here at the sacred waterfall?" the young god asked,His smile radiant and joyful.
"I have come to ask for water, Lord, and to ask why the Summers have been to hot as to take our crops away," Briachna responded.
Rhyllhyn pondered Briachna's reply for a time, His eyes never straying from the patient Solwdalno. "Alapedth," He said. "I sense the Fire Queen is ill and Her fever now rages through Eterah. But do not worry, Lord Briachna, for I will find a way to heal Her."
And with that Rhyllhyn flew away on yellow wings to the laboratories of the god Sinta, who as an alchemist and the god of alchemy.
"Lord Sinta," Rhyllhyn began. "Do you know what is wrong with Alapedth?"
"Aye, that I do. 'Tis Her bad temper that consumes Her," Sinta said. "Turns out the Fire Queen grinds Her teeth when She's angry, and She's always angry. The fiery Lady has a nasty fever caused by Her aching teeth."
"Can you heal Her?"
Sinta considered this as He juggled coal into diamonds. "Hm....Barley cures toothaches, but not bad tempers."
"Can You make it so that it will?" asked Rhyllhyn hopefully.
Shrugging, Sinta said, "Anything is possible except maybe finding Alapedth. She is quite the recluse, don't you know."
"Just leave that to me, Lord Alchemist," Rhyllhyn smiled and shouted as He took His leave of Sinta and headed for the mountain keeps of Artanis, Maiden of the Elderkin.
Artanis greeted Rhyllhyn and led him to a quiet chamber of wood where they might quietly converse.
"Lady, I have come to ask a favour."
"Oh?" said Artanis, Her fierce eyes peeking good-naturedly from the depths of furs and feathers that made up Her snowy headdress. "And what can I do to help you, my airy friend?"
"Could you ask the animals and plants to find Alapedth?"
Her eyes wide, Artanis asked, "Why would anyone want to find a fire mage with a temper that could wilt thistle and drive salamanders to distraction?"
"Because that is what Alapedth is already doing." Rhyllhyn explained to Artanis about the fever spreading through Eterah. Upon hearing this, Artanis agreed to ask the Elderkin's help. Before the day was over, it was discovered that Alapedth had hidden herself in a cave beneath a great volcano. So Rhyllhyn, accompanied by Artanis, raced back to Sinta's laboratories, where Sinta had conjured an infusion that would ease the Fire Queen's temper.
"At least for a while will this work, but it must be placed within the barley before the plant is taken for the toothache cure," Sinta explained. "Would the barley accept this infusion?" He asked Artanis.
Artanis nodded. "But once within the barley, your potion will forever be a part of the plant."
With that, Sinta spread His creation all over the barley on Eterah, charging it with the potential to inspire mirth. Then Artanis harvested an amount for Sinta to mix with honey and water. The concoction was then ready for the feverish Fire Queen.
The depleted tides hardly rose to greet the full moon in the sky, but the liquid fire of Alapedth's volcano hideaway threatened to ascend and create deadly trails of fire. Rhyllhyn, Sinta, and Artanis were careful not to disturb the temperamental Fire Queen's sleep as they crept into the blistering cave, the barley and honey potion in tow. There upon the floor of the cave, red raiment spread like blood and fire beneath Her, lay Alapedth. Beautiful and harsh was She, Her features not softened by sleep. Even in Her fitful slumber did Alapedth grind Her teeth, and the suffocating heat of fever emanated from Her.
Cautiously, Rhyllhyn approached Alapedth and, opening Her mouth only a little, He wet Her tongue with the sweet medicine. Like lightning, Alapedth's eyes flew open. The others jumped back waiting for the worst when, to Their surprise, the Fire Queen actually snickered and grabbed the potion bottle from Rhyllhyn's golden hands. Taking a long draught, Alapedth laughed heartily, and the heat in the cave subsided.
"This is......wonderful!" Alapedth slurred and handed the bottle to Sinta, who was most perplexed.
"Hm....this is more potent than first I thought," He mumbled, and He took a sip of the liquid. Suddenly Sinta was chuckling along with the Fire Queen. Passing the bottle back to Rhyllhyn, Sinta took Alapedth in his arms and began to dance about the cave in a clumsy fashion.
Both Artanis and Rhyllhyn looked at each other, shrugged, and sipped the barley potion. Soon, they were joined in the fun. And, as the deities danced in drunken glory, Eterah was bathed in a cool rain. The rivers ran and the crops were revived.
Afterwards, the days were still hot, but Alapedth's cure gave the air a warm moisture that nourished Eterah. And the alchemy of the barley plant was given to the people that they may share the medicine of mirth, even unto today.
And so the Tarmi called the full moon before the Feast of Bread, which is the Full Moon of July to us, Daen Luma Me'adhi, or the Barley Moon.
Now this waterfall was a place of power for it was believed that it sprang from the source of all the world's water and was beloved of Mnemiva, the Great Mother. Briachna had come here to ask for water, but was shocked to find that the waterfall was itself nothing but a weak trickle. Nevertheless, the Solwdalno sat before the once great waterfall and he waited and meditated.
Three weeks did he remain thus until the presence of Rhyllhyn appeared before him.
"Greetings to you, friend Solwdalno. Why do you wait here at the sacred waterfall?" the young god asked,His smile radiant and joyful.
"I have come to ask for water, Lord, and to ask why the Summers have been to hot as to take our crops away," Briachna responded.
Rhyllhyn pondered Briachna's reply for a time, His eyes never straying from the patient Solwdalno. "Alapedth," He said. "I sense the Fire Queen is ill and Her fever now rages through Eterah. But do not worry, Lord Briachna, for I will find a way to heal Her."
And with that Rhyllhyn flew away on yellow wings to the laboratories of the god Sinta, who as an alchemist and the god of alchemy.
"Lord Sinta," Rhyllhyn began. "Do you know what is wrong with Alapedth?"
"Aye, that I do. 'Tis Her bad temper that consumes Her," Sinta said. "Turns out the Fire Queen grinds Her teeth when She's angry, and She's always angry. The fiery Lady has a nasty fever caused by Her aching teeth."
"Can you heal Her?"
Sinta considered this as He juggled coal into diamonds. "Hm....Barley cures toothaches, but not bad tempers."
"Can You make it so that it will?" asked Rhyllhyn hopefully.
Shrugging, Sinta said, "Anything is possible except maybe finding Alapedth. She is quite the recluse, don't you know."
"Just leave that to me, Lord Alchemist," Rhyllhyn smiled and shouted as He took His leave of Sinta and headed for the mountain keeps of Artanis, Maiden of the Elderkin.
Artanis greeted Rhyllhyn and led him to a quiet chamber of wood where they might quietly converse.
"Lady, I have come to ask a favour."
"Oh?" said Artanis, Her fierce eyes peeking good-naturedly from the depths of furs and feathers that made up Her snowy headdress. "And what can I do to help you, my airy friend?"
"Could you ask the animals and plants to find Alapedth?"
Her eyes wide, Artanis asked, "Why would anyone want to find a fire mage with a temper that could wilt thistle and drive salamanders to distraction?"
"Because that is what Alapedth is already doing." Rhyllhyn explained to Artanis about the fever spreading through Eterah. Upon hearing this, Artanis agreed to ask the Elderkin's help. Before the day was over, it was discovered that Alapedth had hidden herself in a cave beneath a great volcano. So Rhyllhyn, accompanied by Artanis, raced back to Sinta's laboratories, where Sinta had conjured an infusion that would ease the Fire Queen's temper.
"At least for a while will this work, but it must be placed within the barley before the plant is taken for the toothache cure," Sinta explained. "Would the barley accept this infusion?" He asked Artanis.
Artanis nodded. "But once within the barley, your potion will forever be a part of the plant."
With that, Sinta spread His creation all over the barley on Eterah, charging it with the potential to inspire mirth. Then Artanis harvested an amount for Sinta to mix with honey and water. The concoction was then ready for the feverish Fire Queen.
The depleted tides hardly rose to greet the full moon in the sky, but the liquid fire of Alapedth's volcano hideaway threatened to ascend and create deadly trails of fire. Rhyllhyn, Sinta, and Artanis were careful not to disturb the temperamental Fire Queen's sleep as they crept into the blistering cave, the barley and honey potion in tow. There upon the floor of the cave, red raiment spread like blood and fire beneath Her, lay Alapedth. Beautiful and harsh was She, Her features not softened by sleep. Even in Her fitful slumber did Alapedth grind Her teeth, and the suffocating heat of fever emanated from Her.
Cautiously, Rhyllhyn approached Alapedth and, opening Her mouth only a little, He wet Her tongue with the sweet medicine. Like lightning, Alapedth's eyes flew open. The others jumped back waiting for the worst when, to Their surprise, the Fire Queen actually snickered and grabbed the potion bottle from Rhyllhyn's golden hands. Taking a long draught, Alapedth laughed heartily, and the heat in the cave subsided.
"This is......wonderful!" Alapedth slurred and handed the bottle to Sinta, who was most perplexed.
"Hm....this is more potent than first I thought," He mumbled, and He took a sip of the liquid. Suddenly Sinta was chuckling along with the Fire Queen. Passing the bottle back to Rhyllhyn, Sinta took Alapedth in his arms and began to dance about the cave in a clumsy fashion.
Both Artanis and Rhyllhyn looked at each other, shrugged, and sipped the barley potion. Soon, they were joined in the fun. And, as the deities danced in drunken glory, Eterah was bathed in a cool rain. The rivers ran and the crops were revived.
Afterwards, the days were still hot, but Alapedth's cure gave the air a warm moisture that nourished Eterah. And the alchemy of the barley plant was given to the people that they may share the medicine of mirth, even unto today.
And so the Tarmi called the full moon before the Feast of Bread, which is the Full Moon of July to us, Daen Luma Me'adhi, or the Barley Moon.
Blessed Be,
Tinhuviel Artanis
Tinhuviel Artanis
*Bearer of the Seal of Wisdom
