The Cookie Cult...Random Pagan discussions.

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Comment by Jack on March 6, 2017 at 1:04pm

Does any one else find the collar purple psychic? I use it all the time in my practice and would love to know your thoughts on the subject!!!

goddess bless you all  

Comment by Rebecca (Community Moderator) on November 3, 2009 at 2:28pm

I want a cookie! I feel like I should turn blue and hairy like the cookie monster - my inner demon at this moment!!

Comment by Earth's Outcast on August 5, 2009 at 3:50am

hey yall, I figured tgis place needed my randomness, have an awesome day and blessings to all.

Comment by Lenore on July 9, 2009 at 10:56am

Hey everyone!!! I think this is sooo ironic... see I was just munching on the cookies I made yesterday and I saw this. I just HAD to join!!! lol :)

Comment by Skot on December 26, 2008 at 10:17pm

Hello everyone . . .

Comment by Mystical Princess on December 21, 2008 at 10:25pm

I have some poems here http://www.paganspace.net/profiles/blog/list?user=3a7n1l64gkksh but I might make a personal site just for my writings.

Comment by Taliesin Soladraig on December 20, 2008 at 8:23am

THE BATTLE FOR THE--WINTER

The misty dawn has broken on this shortest day.
The Holly King, in winter's green, is ready for the fray.
For half a year the leafy crown has rested on his brow.
To take the crown and cut him down is his brother's vow.

For six long months he ruled within his forest hold.
Throughout his reign, the foliate king, felt himself grow old.
The crown of leaves grew heavy still, the end was in his sight.
His weapons honed and armor shone, he readied for the fight.

The younger king was born, to issue challenge bold.
And take his place, with youthful grace, his brow to wear the gold.
His battle skills sharpened, the verdant crown, is his by right.
With shield of yew and sword new he went forth to show his might.

Twin brothers take the field, to battle for the crown.
The steal blades sing, they fight to bring each other to the ground.
With fatal strike the crown of green falls from his regal head.
He's proved his worth, the blood pours forth, his brother lies there dead.

The misty dawn has broken on this longest day.
The Oaken King, in summer's green, is ready for the fray.
For half a year the leafy crown has rested on his brow.
To take the crown and cut him down is his brother's vow.

Comment by Mystical Princess on December 18, 2008 at 5:57am

what is it [in detail] that each person believes? Do any of you have gifts? If yes are they natural from birth or did you have to awaken yourself through hunting down the info?

Comment by Donna on December 17, 2008 at 10:02pm

I'm wondering if others have noticed, as I have, that the people on this site seem to be more artistic, articulate, and educated than average. I've been impressed with the depth of thought and the willingness to consider other people's opinions that I've come across here. What an outstanding group of people! I've never come across this many people I like in one place before. It has, so far, been a thoroughly pleasurable education. I urge everyone who can to go outside on the night of the Solstice and look up at the Universe and enjoy letting yourself just be one of the many spirits on this Earth.

Thanks to everyone and Blessed Be!

Comment by Skot on December 17, 2008 at 5:41pm

Greetingz people.