Religiosity

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Pencil scribblings in a notebook dated 9/4/08 with a pasted page stuck and folded in.
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i been havin some talks with folks about tha nature of tha world, of Spirit, and what hats and faces they put on their deities. good talks, deep and not leadin ta any crusades or burnins. but it got me ta thinkin, sometimes its hard fer me ta put inta words tha way i see thins so that regular peoples will get me. I guess that comes from growin up on four legs, or tha 7RAR-L, or maybe just bein an Aussie.

So i thought i'd go check some stuff out in tha Library. Now, tha Library and me have some history, not much, some might think, but there's a deep bond in me heart for sittin by a fireplace that smells clean, and drifitn off when no one was around. I used ta do that a lot, and if folks came in, i'd melt. Then i got too busy lookin after tha Pack, and fightin off Toxic Beasties, or tendin bar at Haven, but now and then, i'd pop inta tha Library ta soak up tha quiet. Now, i don;t read too good, maybe its somethin ta do with tha way my eyes sit, or seein colours different. Hell, maybe i'm just thick, but i like ta talk, and i feel things, and places. Tha Library is alive, it feels, it knows. I used ta think it just listened, but not too long ago, well it Spoke, too. Wasn;t till then that i realised it was Awake too. Well, i reckoned that i'd keep talkin and maybe if i said somethin it wanted ta get involved in, it'd talk back, right?

Now, tha Warden wasn't in, but thats ok, she and i don't see eye ta eye, much, although, i get tha impression its nothin personal, just principle. Who am i ta argue with that? Point is, i was alone there, but not in that empty way, now i got Family back, never really alone anymore. Just i was tha only one there at tha time, and i was talkin outloud about all tha chagin and differin views. I kinda wondered outloud if anybody had thought ta write kinda tha stuff i was tryin ta get across.

There was a thump from down tha back corner, a bookish thump. Now, i'm kinda a nervous critter, and ya never know who's really lurkin, hidden by magic or poppin in with super-stealth. Wandered over where i heard tha sound, side steppin down tha aisles, and i found no lurkin bastards, just a book. Now, this isn't tha first time i've asked and tha Library has given me what i was askin fer. Last time was when i was lookin fer stuff on my actions in Timor, and a beat-up magazine fell outa a shelf and wouldn't ya know it, tha cover article was about a new book on tha conflict. This time though it was a book of "Contemporary Neo-Paganism" whatever tha hell THAT means, but tha book had fallen open to a page showin somethin that some lady had writ on tha Net. Tha page fell right outa tha book like it was just restin there, so, i took it, read it, and laughed so hard i thought i'd mess myself.

Of course, then it got real quiet, and i remembered where i was, pulled myself tagether, and said sorry, and thanked tha Library fer findin me what i was lookin fer. Here it is. I dunno if anyone else will find this touchin so deep, not liftin their Spirits as much as it did mine, guess we may not all walk tha same Path. Hell, i know we don;t, but have a read, and maybe ya'll get an understandin of how my mind ticks.

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Page pasted into the scrapbook
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Why Coyote Doesn't Give Commandments.
@ Seanan (cadhla) 2005-08-30
A friend of mine was talking the other day about God talking to Moses on the mountain, and handing down the commandments, and everything.
Which led to the point that my patron deity doesn't really do commandments. "Well, why not?" was asked.
"Um. Can you see Coyote giving commandments?" I replied....but of course, the damage was done, and I had to think about this now. Because that would be the way that my brain works, whether I want it to or not. Stupid brain. And now, after several days of thinking about it, I give you...

The Commandments of Coyote.
I. Thou Shalt Have As Many Gods and Spirits and Personal Trainers and Gurus As You Like Before Me, But You Shalt Not Let Them Block the Exits, and More, You Shall Not Permit Them To Take the Last Beer, For That Beer Is Mine. Seriously. Don't.

II. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Wife, But Thou Art Totally Welcome To Admire Her Ass When She Walks By, and If It Happens To Come Out That They Are In An Open Relationship, Dude, Tap That Ass As Much As They Are Willing To Allow. Same Goes For the Ladies. Coveting Is Sort Of Stupid, But Sex Is Just Plain Fun, Unless Thou Art Doing It Entirely Wrong.

III. If Thy Neighbor Says 'Hands Off My Wife, Dude', Thou Shalt Listen and Back Off, Because Otherwise, Thy Neighbor Will Be Totally Justified In Hitting You About the Head and Shoulders With Gardening Tools, and Don't Think That I'm Going To Step In There and Stop Him.

IV. Adultery Is Actually Pretty Fun. Commit It All You Like. Just Make Sure Everyone Is Cool With It, Or I Will Not Help You Out Once the Hitting Gets Started.

V. Thou Shalt Not Eat Poisoned Bait. If You Do, Don't Come Whining To Me About It, Because I Am Very Unlikely To Care. Once It Is In Your Mouth, It Is Your Problem, Not Mine.

VI. Of Course Thou Shalt Kill. Carnivores Do That. Also, Swatt ing Mosquitoes, Sort Of Instinctive. But All Creatures Are Alive Before You Kill Them, and So Thou Shalt Respect Them In Their Lives and In Their Deaths. Thou Shalt Not Kill Without Reason. Thy Neighbor Tapping Thy Wife's Ass? Is Not A Reason. Don't Make Me Set A Plague Upon Thy Ass. Thou Wouldst Not Enjoy It, I Promise.

VII. Thou Shalt Not Hoard. Seriously, Here. If You Have Enough, Share. Only Asshats Bogart Life.

VIII. Thou Shalt Not Be A Martyr. If You Have One Beer, Drink It. Do Not Give It To Me and Then Expect Adoration. Dude, That Was Your Beer, I Did Not Break Your Arm To Get It. Give What You Can Give, and Expect Neither Praise Nor Worship. You Are Not Being Morally Superior, You Are Being A Decent Human Being. There Is A Difference.

VIV. Assume This Is It. Maybe There Is Reincarnation; Maybe Not. Not Only Am I Not Saying, Please Consider the Fact That I Probably Get A Say In Whether You Come Back, and If You Are the Sort Of Person Who Doesn't Do Anything With One Life, Why Should I Waste My Time Giving You Another One? Live Like You Get No Second Chances. You Will Have More Fun.

X. Are You Going To Eat That?

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