"your very own thread, and the horse you rode in on.&qu

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Tue May 23, 2006 1:15 pm

So the queen stayed seven years at the inn and was happy with her child and her life. Her hands gradually grew back, first as little baby hands, pink as pearl, and then as little girl hands, and then finally as woman's hands.

During this time the king returned from the war, and his old mother wept to him, "Why would you have me kill two innocents?" and displayed to him the eyes and tongue.

Hearing the terrible story, the king staggered and wept inconsolably. His mother saw his grief and told him these were the eyes and tongue of a doe and that she had sent the queen and her child off into the forest.

The king vowed to go without eating or drinking and to travel as far as the sky is blue in order to find them. He searched for seven years. His hands became black, his beard moldy brown like moss, his eyes red-rimmed and parched. During this time he neither ate nor drank, but a force greater than he helped him live.

At last he came to the inn kept by the woodspeople. The woman in white bade him enter, and he laid down, so tired. The woman placed a veil over his face and he slept. As he breathed the breath of deepest sleep, the veil billowed and gradually slipped from his face. He awakened to find a lovely woman and a beautiful child gazing down at him.

"I am your wife and this is your child." The king was willing to believe but saw that the maiden had hands. "Through my travails and yet my good care, my hands have grown back," said the maiden. And the woman in white brought the silver hands from a trunk where they'd been treasured. The king rose and embraced his queen and his child and there was great joy in the forest that day.

All the spirits and the dwellers of the inn had a fine repast. Afterward, the king and queen and baby returned to the old mother, held a second wedding, and had many more children, all of whom told this story to a hundred others, who told this story to a hundred others, just as you are one of the hundred others I am telling it to.

(courtesy of 'Women Who Run With the Wolves', myths an stories of the wild woman archetype, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.)

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Tue May 23, 2006 1:16 pm

Once, when it was deepest, darkest night, the kind of night when the land is black and the trees look like gnarled hands and the sky is dark midnight-blue, and old man staggered through the forest, half-blinded by the limbs of trees. The boughs scratched his face, and he held out a tiny lantern in one hand. The candle inside the lantern was burning lower and lower. The man had long yellow hair, cracked yellow teeth, and curved yellow fingernails. He was hunched over and his back was rounded like a bag of flour. He was so furrowed his skin hung in furbelows from his chin and armpits and from his hips.

He held on to a tree and pulled himself forward, and then grasped another tree and pulled himself forward, and with this rowing motion and his hard breathing he made his way through the forest.

Every bone in his feet pained like fire. The owls in the trees screeched right along with his joints as he propelled himself forward into the dark. Way off in the distance, there was a tiny flickering light, a cottage, a fire, a home, a place of rest, and he labored toward that little light. Just as he reached the door, he was so tired, so exhausted, the tiny light in his little lantern died, and the old man fell through the door and collapsed.

Inside was an old woman sitting before a beautiful roaring fire, and now she hurried to his side, gathered him into her arms, and carried him to the fire. She held him in her arms as a mother holds her child. She sat and rocked him in her rocking chair. There they were, the poor frail old man, just a sack of bones, and the strong old woman rocking him back and forth saying, "There, there. There, there. There, there."

And she rocked him all through the night, and by the time it was not yet morning but almost, he had grown much younger, he was now a beautiful young man with golden hair and long strong limbs. And stilled she rocked him. "There, there. There, there. There, there."

And as morning approached even more closely, the young man had turned into a very small and very beautiful child with golden hair plaited like wheat.

Just at the moment of dawn, the old woman plucked three hairs very quickly from the child's beautiful head and threw them to the tiles. They sounded like this: Tiiiiiiiing! Tiiiiiiiiiing! Tiiiiiiiiiing!

And the little child in her arms crawled down from her lap and ran to the door. Looking back at the old woman for a moment, he gave her a dazzling smile, then turned and flew up into the sky to become the brilliant morning sun.

(courtesy of 'Women Who Run With the Wolves', myths an stories of the wild woman archetype, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.)

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Tue May 23, 2006 1:23 pm

"In the beginning was equality: when the deed was done and they were in love with each other, they felt, like everybody else, that they were the only two people on earth this feeling had ever visited.
The tears they saw at the corner of each other's eyes were etched in their minds like pearls of the highest truth, and the promises that escaped their lips loaned the night the weight of eternity.
They told themselves as they returned to their own marital beds at daybreak that what they shared afterwards was not the post-coital gaze of the unseeing, but an epiphaneia granted only to those favoured by God. And they knew He was taking note."

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Wed May 24, 2006 12:40 pm

There once was a young woman who lived in a fragrant pine forest. Her husband was away fighting in a war for many years. When finally he was released from duty, he trudged home in a most foul mood. He refused to enter the house, for he had been used to sleeping on stones. He kept to himself and stayed in the forest day and night.

His young wife was so excited when she learned her husband was coming home at last. She cooked and shopped and cooked and made dishes and bowls and bowls of tasty white soybean curd and three kinds of fish, and three kinds of seaweed, and rice sprinkled with red pepper, and nice cold prawns, big and orange.

Smiling shyly, she carried the food to the woods and knelt beside her war-weary husband and offered to him the beautiful food she had prepared. But he sprang to his feet and kicked the trays over so that the bean curd spilled, the fish jumped into the air, the seaweed and rice spilled into the dirt, and the big orange prawns rolled down the path.

"Leave me alone!" he roared, and turned his back on her. He became so enraged she was frightened of him. And finally, in desperation, she found her way into the cave of the healer who lived outside the village.

"My husband has been badly injured in the war," the wife said. "He rages continuously and eats nothing. He wishes to stay outside and will not live with me as before. Can you give me a potion that will make him loving and gentle once again?"

The healer assured her, "This I can do for you, but I need a special ingredient. Unfortunately, I am all out of hair from the crescent moon bear. So, you must climb the mountain, find the black bear, and bring me back a single hair from the cresent moon at it's throat. Then I can give you what you need, and life will be good again."

Some women would have felt daunted by the task. Some women would have thought the entire effort impossible. But not she, for she was a woman who loved. "Oh! I am so grateful," she said. "It is so good to know that something can be done."

So she readied for her journey, and the next morning she went out to the mountain. And she sang out "Arigato zaisho," which was a way of greeting the mountain and saying, "Thank you for letting me climb upon your body."

(to be continued,
courtesy of Women Who Run With the Wolves)

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Thu May 25, 2006 5:36 pm

Ramtha concludes by saying:

"I would like to have changed a lot of things, and the greatest would have been that two thousand years ago Jesus would not have been the Messiah but simply one who is realized. And he wouldn't have chosen such simple, stupid people. His only really smart disciple was Judas, the man with the money who carried out the mission. That was the only smart disciple. The rest of them, well, what can you say about fishermen?"
- Ramtha

Badger · Post by **Badger** » Thu May 25, 2006 7:24 pm

Didn't ol Ramtha take his own life not too long ago. In fact, wasn't it not long after the Enlightened One(TM) was accused by several women of being coerced into some sort of kinky-ass sex thing?

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri May 26, 2006 12:55 pm

with a slight cult-fascination i got on the 'ramtha's school of enlightenment' email list...he/she's travelling

larger than life personae might very well be involved in larger than life sex lives...

at least i should hope so...

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the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri May 26, 2006 12:59 pm

money grubbing spiritual leaders...

makes me want to put people in their place

Box Burner · Post by **Box Burner** » Sun May 28, 2006 7:39 pm

the fire elf wrote:
{Ctrl c, Ctrl v} are time-saving ways of copying highlighted computer screen text, for those not yet in the know

For those of us who are left handed {Ctrl Insert, Shift Insert} works better.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Thu Jun 01, 2006 1:01 pm

Box Burner wrote:
the fire elf wrote:
{Ctrl c, Ctrl v} are time-saving ways of copying highlighted computer screen text, for those not yet in the know
For those of us who are left handed {Ctrl Insert, Shift Insert} works better.

whatever works for you works for me...

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Tue Jul 11, 2006 1:40 pm

it's all running it's course...

to imagine that here and now is not there and then would be folly...

there and then we struggled...

there and then we had much to be done...

there and then there was a way where there seems none...

pixels get smaller and one loses sight of the screen, lost in the illusion it ever more cunningly presents

some say it will take a collective effort to right things...

some say it will be the effort of one...

still others look for truth in all things.

SED · Post by **SED** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:22 am

Elf Dood, you gots ta hook up wif dis hunny shanks:

Itzbeyond1ziz

If at all possible, please bear young.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 11:53 am

why don't you go impregnate a troll doll?

SED · Post by **SED** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 2:59 pm

I did. She was your momma.

Kinetic IV · Post by **Kinetic IV** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 3:17 pm

Excuse me while I pull up a chair and watch this "troll war" get underway....

Sheesh, another day, another bunch of contenders for the "Drama Queen" tiara....

SED · Post by **SED** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 4:12 pm

You're not taking this seriously, are you?

Kinetic IV · Post by **Kinetic IV** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:52 pm

SED wrote:You're not taking this seriously, are you?

If you're talking to me I always take things seriously. And as for Itzbeyond1ziz I find her fascinating and I'll leave it at that.

SED · Post by **SED** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:24 pm

Kinetic IV wrote:
SED wrote:You're not taking this seriously, are you?
If you're talking to me I always take things seriously. And as for Itzbeyond1ziz I find her fascinating and I'll leave it at that.

That must be like going through life with a "Kick Me" sign on your back. Why on earth would you pull up a chair to watch something you don't like?

I too find Beyond Ditz fascinating, sort of like a decaying carcass that each day rots a little bit more. What color is it now?

Kinetic IV · Post by **Kinetic IV** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:51 pm

SED wrote:
Kinetic IV wrote:
SED wrote:You're not taking this seriously, are you?
If you're talking to me I always take things seriously. And as for Itzbeyond1ziz I find her fascinating and I'll leave it at that.

That must be like going through life with a "Kick Me" sign on your back. Why on earth would you pull up a chair to watch something you don't like?

I too find Beyond Ditz fascinating, sort of like a decaying carcass that each day rots a little bit more. What color is it now?

It's funny but for the longest time I felt like I had a "kick me" sign on my back, and sometimes I still do. But instead of having others kick me I learned to kick myself in the ass and get going. Most of the time it works, sometimes it doesn't. You regroup though and try again.

As for watching I'm more curious than anything what it is about her that bothers you so much. And the Fire Elf can hold his own so if you two are going to have a sparring match I might as well watch...I might learn something from it. Plus it's a great diversion from digging through a box of camping gear loaded with playa dust....

SED · Post by **SED** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:04 pm

I'm happy to engage you in a chat about any part of this, but in due respect to Felfy Doodle we should take it outside. It's his thread, afterall.

Cabanasprings · Post by **Cabanasprings** » Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:11 pm

SED wrote:I'm happy to engage you in a chat about any part of this, but in due respect to Felfy Doodle we should take it outside. It's his thread, afterall.

Might I please add that the eplaya belongs to all of us - Trolls, sign wearers, lurkers, old timers, the entire lot.

So folks I suggest we chat away or sit and watch or pick our noses. Whatever suits you suits me.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:29 pm

SED wrote:in due respect to Felfy Doodle we should take it outside. It's his thread, afterall.

you wish to give me what respect is due?

and how could you tell how much respect i merit?

what you don't know about me you'll never find out by walking away

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:30 pm

i've seen these threads go on for pages and pages...

feel free to make mine a little bigger

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:32 pm

SED, does your name have any significance?

if you're going to play games with mine, perhaps i should know a bit about yours before i give it what for

SED · Post by **SED** » Fri Jul 14, 2006 8:28 am

the fire elf wrote:SED, does your name have any significance?

perhaps i should know a bit about yours before i give it what for

Looks like you got ahead of yourself on that one.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Jul 14, 2006 11:58 am

i disdain to restrain myself

SED · Post by **SED** » Fri Jul 14, 2006 12:47 pm

You go, girl.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Jul 14, 2006 12:51 pm

careful...your misperception is showing!...

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Sat Jul 15, 2006 2:45 pm

"your very own thread, and the horse you rode in on.&qu

how do i come across?

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