Newsletter for July, 1997 ce


"Hot as a jalapeño outside!" someone declared last week. And that pretty well describes everyone’s attitude. The sun is great for the tomatoes, though, and for the peppers themselves, not to mention the strawberries and the spinach and anything else you might find in your garden. We hope you're all keeping your cools, and availing yourself of sunblock and shade and cool drinks whenever necessary.


We find ourselves once again in the position of being unable to write a fair review of the previous month’s ritual. Not only were all the Hearthstone folks present somehow involved in the presentation of the ritual (Alia and gypsy volunteered) but our two back-up reviewers are unavailable as well. (One wasn’t there and the other was the priestess.) So instead we’re going to thank all the people who attended and showed their support for the Pagan Rainbow Network’s annual presentation for PrideFest. And hardly anyone over the age of sixteen complained about the lack of cakes and wine!


The July Open Full Moon will be held on Friday, June 18th beginning at 7:30 PM, at the First Unitarian Church, 1400 Lafayette, in Denver.

Island Mystery Ritual

Please join Morningstar in celebrating the Island Mysteries, in a lighthearted but serious ritual. Bring your Hawaiian shirt and a sense of the sacred.


The Pagan Rainbow Network is extending an invitation to all interested to attend our upcoming events. For more information about the the Lavender Pavilion at Draongfest or the other PRN events, please contact .


July            18      		October		 3*
August		15			November	 7
September	12			December	12

*Note: October 10 is Yom Kippur. That would have been the date for the October Open Full Moon, but the UU has been hosting Yom Kippur for far longer than they have been hosting us, so we bowed to seniority and took the earlier week.

Please be aware that we will no longer have access to the nursery. Due to a lack of adult volunteers, we have removed the child care area from our lease.

"The Sack of the Gods" by Rudyard Kipling

Strangers drawn from the ends of the Earth, jeweled and plumed were we;
I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.
Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow,
Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

Ever’neath high Valhalla Hall the well-turned horns begin,
When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary gods come in.
Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes.
He opens the eyes that are blind with hate-he joins the hands of foes.

Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above-
Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove.
Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro,
The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep.
Their beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and sleep.
They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed.
They shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the world has need.

She with the star I had set for my own-I with my set desire-
Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights-lighted by worlds afire-
Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow.
Hewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago!

They will come back-come back again-as long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?


by gypsy

Okay, so it’s a little weird to discuss Samhain during a food column in July. But Samhain is where this story begins.

Last year, my employer had a Halloween luncheon. We were encouraged to wear costumes, and some of the folks had a whole lot of fun with it. One fellow dressed as a Texas legislator (big hat, bad drawl and all.) One man showed up as -- well -- The Invisible Man. (It involved Ace bandages and a trench coat.) A young lady dressed as an even younger lady, the ensemble including a pair of drop bottom flannels.

I dressed as someone I have had a lot of exposure to during the month of July. My family goes to the Renaissance Festival at least once per summer, and we try to go a second time if time and money permit. So I get to see lots of what I call the "Valley Rennie."

Let me see if I can properly describe the Valley Rennie. She's wearing a turquoise polyester float dress with an empire waist and lots of added lace. She's carrying a plastic fan decorated with garishly colored fake feathers. She's wearing strand upon strand of beads, some made of real rocks and some made of plastic. Her head is circled with a crown of silk flowers and mylar stars. She carries a leather-looking water bag on a sash around her waist. In one hand she holds a grilled turkey leg, and in the other, she holds an ear of corn, skewered on a stick and dripping with butter. And she turns to her similarly clad friend and sighs, "Wouldn’t it have been romantic to live in the olden days?" she asks. She nods towards the turkey and corn and adds, "I just love authentic medieval food." (And that's just the female of the species...)

So there I was, dressed in a multi-layered denim skirt, a denim and polyester blouse festooned with ribbons, with a garland of plastic carnations around my head. I wore every piece of cheap jewelry two households could provide. I threw my filthy black cloak, still smelling a trifle smoky from the previous Dragonfest, over the top, and then changed my mind The cloak, being a wool and linen blend, not to mention covered with soot and grease, was far too authentic. (The cotton denim was almost too close.) I looked, in vain, for a plastic turkey leg and a papier mache ear of corn. Failing that, I resorted to describing, for anyone who would listen, what I thought of "genuine, authentic, medieval European food."

It got a couple of good laughs, but not enough to warrant an award in the costume contest. For one thing, not everyone understood the humor.

But for those who did, and for those who do, I have decided to share a fourteenth century recipe. The dish is very filling, tasty, and even contains protein despite being totally vegetarian. It's healthier than funnel cakes and less messy than grilled turkey legs. It is not, however, something you're likely to find at a booth at the Renaissance Festival. Enjoy!


{Take beans and seethe them almost till they burst, take and wring out the water clean, do thereto onions sodden and minced and garlick therewith fry them in oil or in grease and do thereto powder douce and serve it forth. (THE FORME OF CURY, 1378)}

1 medium onion, chopped
4 cloves garlic, chopped fine
4 Tb oil
1/4 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
6 oz (1 cup) kidney beans, cooked (canned are fine for this recipe)

Fry onions in oil. Add garlic and spices and brown slightly. Stir in cooked beans and mix thoroughly. Reheat and serve. (Based on redaction found in Maximé de la Falaise’s SEVEN CENTURIES OF ENGLISH COOKING.)

May They who are the Great Guides and Guardians of humanity bless me.
May they find me a willing and pliable instrument for their sacred purposes.
And may they grant me the help and the benediction
With which I can accomplish all the things that need to be accomplished.

So Mote It Be.

Occasionally, when we have space, we will accept advertisements from members of the Community. Folks often have stuff they need to get rid of, people they are trying to help, or perhaps something to offer the community at large.

Please call Alia or gypsy for more information. We’ll do what we can if we have the space.


The surge of pleasure and attraction quickly gave way to a nagging little voice. "He’s too perfect," it said. "You’re only buying into the stereotype that all men, especially gay men, have to be totally ripped. Where are the real men, the men that don’t work our for a living or take their clothes off for a living?" This exchange with my Pagan-Correct conscience took place over an underwear ad in a gay magazine. Naturally, it set me thinking, as these little things are wont to do. While I should have, if I were a good Pagan, thrown the magazine away in a fit of righteous indignation, I didn’t. Instead, I looked through all the ads, and, of course, they were all the same. Perfect men, perfect bodies, perfect happiness because they were all so beautiful, so perfect. Buy this, or buy that and you too can be perfectly happy. We all know the "truth" of such advertising.

I brooded on this more and more -- and yet more -- for there was something in this that bothered me. Thankfully, the answer soon came to me. I had “censored” my desires, my attraction. As Pagans we struggle everyday with leaning to accept all the faces of the God and Goddess, all the people around us. Yet in this striving effort, I had achieved just the opposite. I had judged one body type, the “perfect model” type, to be wrong, and I had judged myself as wrong for being attracted to this body type.

About six months ago I joined a health club. This has been wonderful, I have enjoyed it thoroughly, and I am noticing a few changes, physical and otherwise. Yet that same Pagan-Correct conscience chided me for selling out. Until, that is, I finally said no more. I realized that I was again judging myself and finding myself wrong. All bodies are sacred temples to the gods, and to deny any pleasure found in our bodies or those of others is to deny the Pagan Way. Our bodies and our desires are ours, totally ours. To be whole we cannot deny any desire, but rather question that desire and explore it to its deepest roots. If the actions based on these desires are “acts of Love and Pleasure,” then no desire is wrong.

Centuries of oppression have taught Queer people that our desires are wrong, immoral, and unnatural. Exploring a Pagan path has taught me to overthrow in my life that oppression, but I then filled that space with a different oppression — a self-inflicted one which was merely the opposite. I had told myself that I must love what popular culture hates and hate what popular culture loves. Now I see that desire is sacred, desire is the essence of life and Magick, and cannot be denied or coerced into forms we judge as “correct.”


by Deb Hoffman

Last summer I shared the makings of a basic first aid kit and several people have asked me to repeat the information. As we are all out and about so much more during the summer, I thought I would oblige. All of the herbs mentioned can be obtained at local health food stores.

Potters Clay -- This is a light-colored clay that has many uses. It can be mixed with water or a tincture and placed on burns, wounds, bites or stings. A film canister makes a good container for the clay.

St. Johnswort Oil -- This oil penetrates the skin to the nerve endings and has been shown to be effective against the herpes virus in shingles and chickenpox. St. Johnswort helps the skin heal and as a massage oil helps painful, stiff muscles. This oil is also effective as a sunblock (ingestion of St. Johnswort tincture has occasionally caused sun-sensitivity in some individuals, but this does not occur with the oil. I have used it with great success.)

St. Johnswort Tincture -- The tincture is excellent to relieve mild depression, especially depression linked to the decreased light of winter. It will also relax muscles and prevent muscle spasm. The dose is 25-30 drops of tincture and may be repeated several times until relief is obtained.

Poke Root -- Poke root tincture is a powerful immune system herb good for severe infection, especially of the lymph system of the upper body (chest and neck). It is powerful in breast tissue and can be used to treat mastitis. Poke root will clear up a sore throat and swollen glands quickly. Use the fresh root tincture and use ONLY ONE OR TWO DROPS twice a day. This is a powerful herb and less is better than more. The herb store may have to special order this for you.

Echinacea -- Probably one of the best known antibacterials. May be used internally or externally. In an acute infection may take 15-30 drops every 1-2 hours and then taper off to three times a day. For best effectiveness, do not take internally more than 10-14 days in a row. This herb will increase your white blood count (hey, those are what fight infection!) so be sure to inform your health care provider in the event you have any lab work done.

Osha' -- Ah, one of my favorites! Osha' can stop allergic reactions and has been effective in treating anaphylaxis. It can help with pain and swelling of bee stings and relieve asthma attacks. Osha' works against histamine. Can be used internally or externally. Start with 4 drops and repeat every 10-15 minutes until relief obtained, then use 5-10 drops twice a day. Osha' can also be used to relieve lung congestion associated with a cold. Do not over use this herb, no more than 4-5 days in a row. In addition to using osha', seek medical care as soon as possible in the event of allergic reaction, especially if you develop difficulty breathing.

Motherwort -- Motherwort tincture has a calming and grounding effect. Will stop menstrual cramps and relieve symptoms of pms. It will help relieve hot flashes in menopause. Can be used to lower blood pressure (use 15-30 drops twice a day). You can not over-use motherwort…take as frequently as needed.

Wormwood tincture -- 1 drop in a glass of water several times a day will help with giardia and other intestinal parasites. Of course, consult your health care provider if intestinal problems (i.e., diarrhea, gas, blood in stool, etc) do not respond in a few days.

Skullcap tincture -- A wonderful herb for calming -- sleep inducing! Skullcap will relieve headaches and is especially helpful for headaches due to caffeine withdrawal. Take 5-10 drops prior to bedtime for sleep. Use the same dose for headache and repeat as needed.

Plantain oil -- Very soothing to bites and stings and any skin irritation. Apply liberally.

The Mother provides many wonderful remedies. Use them with her blessings!


Why should I sit and sigh
Broo and bracken, broo and bracken
Why should I sit and sigh
All alone and weary

When I see the plover rising
Or the curlew wheeling
It's then I'll court my mortal lover
Back to me is stealing

When the moon begins her waning
I sit by the water
Where a man born of the sunlight
Loved the Faerie's daughter

Oh, but there is something wanting
O but I am weary
Coming blithe, now bonny treads he
O'er the knolls to cheer me



The Lesser Banishing Ritual of Doublespeak (LBRD)

A Really Silly Opening Rite (this is a disclaimer)


October 1993

1. The participants stand in a circle, facing one another.

2. Using a ritual dagger, wand, or pointed finger, all participants should quickly draw a symbol of their own choosing in the air in front of them (pentacle, cross, chaostar, rune, Barney) and visualize it.

3. The Evocation of the “Archangels”:

Stretch arms straight out to form cross.
Before Me Stands the Surgeon General's Warning
Behind Me Stands the Emergency Exits
On My Right Stands Big Brother
On My Left Stands All Those Bastards Who Get In My Way
For About Me Flames all of my Dysfunctions,

4. Turn to the East, intone: Enter at your own risk.

5. Turn to the South, intone: Nothing is true; everything is permitted.

6. Turn to the West, intone: Questions are a burden to others; answers a prison to oneself.

7. Turn to the North, intone: We disclaim all responsibility and cannot be held liable.

8. Face center again. Intone: Should we choose to accept our will, these tapes will self-destruct in 30 seconds.

9. Silently count to 30.

10. The Rite leader says: This temple is now open for the works of chaos.

12. All shout: Choyofaque.

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