Archive for January, 2015

WOLF by Ranger Tess

Posted in Book Reports with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2015 by Drogo

I have a copy of the book ‘Wolf’ by Ranger Tess.

First i want to talk about the author and her family homestead in Missouri. Ranger Tess is a small but strong young woman, who lives a life engaged with spirits of Nature. She does historical fantasy roleplay, which often evokes cultural memories of a time when humans lived closer to animals, plants, water, and land. She is a shepherd of many animals of all shapes and sizes; horses, deer, pigs, dogs, bunnies, and goddess knows what…. Her family all do farm and art type things also, and although humble they are quite generous, creative, devoted, and talented.

Second here is a short book report on Wolf. Wolf is the name of the main character, a boy raised by wolves (like Mowgli from Jungle Book by Kipling). Other characters include: Grant, Jess, Jackson, Scout, Tracker, Brenda, Zan, Scott, Vallon, and Taren. My edition is from 2010, with a really nice cover with hand and paw print. It is a portable 290 page book. The densely clean format and plain wording reads smoothly. The action is awesome, the messages are good, and it even has a good ending!!! I highly recommend this book to anyone that loves fantasy adventures.

 – Drogo

 WOLF video trailer


Friend In Need – Christian Witchcraft

Posted in Book Reports, Crafts, Religions with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2015 by Drogo

This is a reprinting of an extremely rare (only one copy known to exist by experts) old American spell book by the Wizard Zittle. Pennsylvania-Deutsch (German immigrant) braucher pow-wow hoodoo folk-lore magick literature, spread into Boonsboro, Maryland. Inspired locals like Michael Zittle made and used original and pirated books for medicine cures and magical charms of self-help, self-reliance, and self-sufficiency. While considered dark-evil ‘powwow magick’ during the 1800s, these independent publications were Christian folk-lore witch-craft; as most European immigrants were proudly Christian Protestants (Lutheran) and Catholics. This curious occult local artifact has now been revived by local occultist, and Pagan Priest Drogo Empedocles!

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Artistic Success

Posted in Crafts, Economics, Philosophy with tags , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2015 by Drogo

To an artist ‘success’ is always secondary to the inner need and desire to create. Even when artists are driven by desires to be rich and famous, determining their success is always an after-thought of hind-sight. The purpose of deciding what is successful is not just to apply award praise or sad regret, but more importantly such analysis concludes sustainable functionality or repetition of similar models. Insanity can be defined as repeating the same failed efforts again and again but expecting different results. To be sane we evaluate our efforts that work to achieve goals. Achievements are real success; however the problem with prioritizing success, is that inventors often fail over and over in order to innovate. This is why a practicing artist must push aside the ambiguity and hypocrisy of past and future labels and problems; and just be and do what they want. Artistic Success is part self-evaluation, part opinion of critics, and part completion of work itself; all of which matters less than our ‘will-to-make’.


Posted in Health & Fitness, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , on January 4, 2015 by Drogo

HIBERNATION – “a state of being during extreme cold, forcing many creatures to become dormant in their hibernacula (their winter quarters or place of retirement…Florida ?)”

It’s winter. It’s very cold. Climbing out of my warm nest to put a log on the fire, I feel like a turtle in its shell. I would much rather just stay under my warm covers and hibernate !

My theory is this : it is natural for warm blooded humans to slow down in cold weather. I will call it the burrowing impulse. I suppose this goes against many other theories which suggest that humans need to speed up and keep the blood flowing to keep warm, but somehow this does not always work for me. So, I resort to a cup of coffee in the morning, as many of us do, and pasta dishes become increasingly important for energy. Then there are energy bars, and some strongly caffeinated drinks which are really not good for people. Sometimes plain old inspiration provides motivation to get going, and then there is always the fear of loosing ones job if late for work. Perhaps the most popular incentive is the pleasure of foraging for food at a favorite local market place. One way or the other, warm blooded humans rally to the cause of living in this human world we have created.

After running around, doing all the outdoor chores on this icy, windy day, all I want to do is lay down and curl up with a good book, or a good man if I had one, and relax. My fingers and feet are cold, and I am lethargic. Is lethargy a form of mental hibernation? There are many types of dormant conditions in the natural world. So I contemplate hibernation, and how nice it would be if only…

.if only I were a bear or a coon or snake or turtle. However, in my reading on the subject I have learned that many critters do not really go into true hibernation. Such is the case for most bears, especially the polar bear, for the female usually births her cubs, cleaning and feeding them as well during hibernation. The male is usually out fishing !

Here in the mountains where I live I am thankful that the black snake, by now in deep hibernation, is no longer after my chicken eggs, although fewer eggs are laid due to the cold, shorter days. Perhaps I should get solar panels on the roof of the coup as a source of electricity ! Not a bad idea. The woodchucks have happily withdrawn into seclusion, dormant in their burrows. Their breathing and heart rates are slower and body temperatures lowered. I am happy, no, thrilled , not to see them! Of course, they are no threat to the vegetables in my gardens as there is nothing growing right now, except for the salad bar in my cold frames, which I mostly keep closed from the weather.

One thing I always miss throughout the winter is the wonderful music of crickets, katydids, frogs and toads, and so I must patiently await their emergence from sleep. Spring cannot come soon enough for most of us, but winter is a necessary time of renewal. Most seeds need stratification, or a period of deep freeze, in order to germinate in the spring. Also, many pests who do not manage to sneak into your house or find a warmish place to hide, will die off. I am thinking specifically of the infamous stink bug !

Of course, the butterflies have disappeared too. Some, like the Monarchs, migrate south. However, one tough cookie, the Mourning Cloak, spends the winter in hollow trees and some live to “talk “ about it. I wonder what they would say about their time in the tree all winter. Maybe something like “Boring !” Same goes for moths which are in the pupa stage, all wrapped up in cocoons. I am beginning to wonder if I really want to hibernate. Maybe I should go south, but one needs money for that, plus I really am not retired, and likely never will be.

I would be remiss if I did not mention turtles, one of my very favorite animals. A good friend of mine who lives in Northern Minnesota, where temperatures have already been down as low as -25 degrees, said in an email that he does not know how turtles manage to survive winters there. Most winters the ground freezes anywhere between 3 and 6 feet down. So how does the soft body of the turtle, encased in a thin shell, manage not to turn into an ice cube ? This has always been my question too. Perhaps we should just chalk it up to one of those Great Mysteries of Life. Any theories ?

Not all turtles manage to emerge from the ground in the spring, as was the case of Timothy in a semi-true story by Verlyn Klinkenborg. Told from the turtle’s perspective, his last thoughts were, as recorded in the book :

I dig and dig. Settle the dirt on my shell. As deep as I can go into the warmth of earth. Carefully overlaid with autumn’s debris. Anchored. Immured. Landlocked. Becalmed…” and never to rise again from his hibernaculum, dead about the age of 60.

I believe I shall be content with that cup of coffee in the morning as I watch the snow fall, find delight in the variety of birds eating black sunflowers at my feeder, take that brisk, life giving walk to care for my chickens, and sing Silver Bells as I give thanks for being a warm blooded human being !

Many Blessings, Christine

Christine S. Maccabee Dec. 2014