Crazy Sexy Swamp Magik

Hello from the Farm!

Hey guys. The farm contact number is 603-938-2242. Everything is going well. Black fly Season. Yay. I am milking twice daily, cleaning the premisis, and getting the fields fenced. Veggie garden is underway and we're moving huge greenhouses onto the property. Give a call ... Miss you all!

Where I am headed

This is an autumn picture of the farm in Bradford.

Beautiful Eric

Who wouldn't follow this amazing creature anywhere he wanted to go? Yummm.
This picture is August in Washington State. So warm. Ha

What I believe

What you send out into creation, returns to you three times over.

If it doesn't hurt anyone, do what you will.

Love shall be the whole of the law, love under will.

"Doing what thou Will" does not mean doing what ever you want, it means seeking out those activities that empower your spirit. Often "Doing what you Will" is recognizable by the calm, clear mind that comes to you when engaged in an activity.

Magik is achieved through the synastry of energy and intent (Will).

As material beings, we are motivated by our cravings; cultivate Habits of Personal Aliveness and the Disipline of Pleasure.

The Universe gives you what you Need, but it doesn't give a fuck what you want.

Anger is the force of change.

Never suppress a generous impulse.

Separateness is an illusion.Call it meditation if you must, but it is important to spend time each day in quiet contemplation, doing nothing but listening to your thoughts and felings. ZaZen. Yummm.

Your biography becomes your biology: all dis-ease exists first as an emotional or spiritual imbalance.

Seek what you crave from others within yourself. Acknowledge what repulses you about others within yourself.

OK enough.

May you be free from confusion and true to your bliss. Blessed be!

Book List - Stuff I've been Reading

Pronoia (is the antidote for paranoia) by Rob Brezney. An awesomly optimistic and fun read. Set up as a kind of workbook for deprograming the fatalistic paradigm so many of us are immersed in. Check it out.

Ultraculture Journal 1 - A periodical of magikal literature. Jason Louv editor.

Stardust - Neil Gaiman. An adult fairytale. Quick read. Take it on the airplane with you.

Sex, Drugs, and Magic - Robert Anton WIlson - A classic.

Amanda on Mt Washington

This is last summer ... I am going ot miss these Mountains!

if a bogster falls over

in the forest, and no one is around to see, then who gave her all that whiskey?

Beltane on the bog

Let the wild rumpus start!

My sweet little bog cabin

Crazy Sexy Bog - Magik

Here are some pretty Bogsters! Yay

A picture of Ramona

The Bog Blog

Welcome Bogsters! This is the new Bog Blog. So what is the Bog? Hmmmm .... Its an anarcho-hippy commune thats been tucked away in an undisclosed location in OlyWa since 1967 or so. Somewhere around 20 -30 people live there at any given time. In school busses and cabins built out of beer bottles and scavenged scraps. Yay. And since we're not luddites, we're gonna start blogging away so here goes. - Posted by JZ

Back in Blog

OK so I only checked out for four years or so, but DDT has been cool enough to hold the blog for me and now I have new found dedication. It just took so long to find my handle and password and the how to and wherefores but I am on it again.

I think that I am going to open this weblog up to my community, make it accessable to be a Bog Blog its aptly named to be so.

Then I won't feel so alone out here in blogland. So here goes.

Incomplete Entry because I am stone and Distracted by Aaron

It has rained every day but one so far this May. Craziness. Sometimes I wake up to sunshine, but when I rush out into the day, it clouds up again. There have been some amazing rains, though - Yesterday Aaron and I hit a downpour in the Nisqually River Valley that made us almost blind. We had to slow to 35 on I-5. There have been tornados and thunderstorms this spring! That never happens in the Pacific Northwest. It is so green here, grey and green. Sometimes it feels more like this land is a part of Alaska and British Columbia than the lower 48. THe days are 14 hours of ambiant grey light. The temperature is 57 degrees, exactly the average temperature of the Earth.
The rivers are a swollen rush of green-blue water that is only a little warmer than the glaciers that they pour off of. The mountains are haunted places where it feels wierd to be a human.More often than not I sleep til noon with Aaron just because the rain pounding against the tin roof just makes us so sleepy. I try to imagine what a week of straight sunny seventies feels like and draw a blank.

I have been saturating my self with fresh squeezed fruit and vegetable juice. Smoothies for breakfast and lunch - miso soup for dinner. Aaron is on a complete juice fast. He won't eat anything for another 10 days. I just don't have the self control for that. Especially working in the restaurant where I am tempted constantly with crab dip, coconut prawns, ling cod with creamy dill sauce, steamers, tempura halibut, calamari, and on and on. The food is so good.

may so far gone

Hey all. Thanks for all the advice. Its a funny group of advice, but it all seems to fit. Since I last wrote, I have been running around with Aaron, helping him celebrate his graduation. Now he is leaving at dawn to go to Lake Tahoe with his folks. He, his brother, mom, dad, and his brother's kid are all driving down there in the Cadillac Escalade to go gambling. I am going to stay here and ground out at my cabin and maybe go hiking (if I can afford it, gas is a buck and a quarter a gallon here - thank goddess that the saab gets a good 30 mpg).

But it has been a good week, sometimes the sun manages to peek through the clouds for a moment. The Northwest is funny like that - it is full on summer here, the trees are all leafed out, the peonies are blooming etc, but it is only 10 degrees warmer than January, and only slightly less rainy, but give it a couple of weeks and it will stop raining and not rain til October. Wierd.

I am coming home in August. If my silly sister would tell me when she is going to get married, then I could schedule things around her wedding, but otherwise sometime in August or early September you all will be seeing me. The drawback is that I am not coming home for the holidays. I am going someplace warm instead. I am sick of being cold.

The upside of my two job craziness is the produce stand. I eat the greenest, ripest, softest avocados, the sweetest artichokes, juciest strawberries, and yummiest mangoes everyday. For free. Yummmmm.

Yeah so I am on the upside of my bi-polar swing. I thought that I was going to freak at work tonight because I have PMS and the other bussers were slacking and all the guests were PITAS (pains-in-the-ass) tonight but then I stole outside and smoked a bowl and then everything was ok. My good manager even gave me a rootbeer float. Yee Haw.

But fuck all this shit man, we weren't made to work for other people like that. Life is about something other than making money and spending it. Its about more than war too and all that fucked up shit that you see on the news each night.

Most of the shit I hear everyday makes me more and more ashamed of my country. Makes me afraid of the concequences for our actions. All of it. I am sorry that we have become what we have become and I am thinking that life is not meant to be lived the way it is and everybody knows that. Another world is possible. Unfortunatly, I feel that had I not gone to college, then I would not have to live in the world as I do. It feels too much like a cage to me, I hav ebills to pay and I can pay them, but then I can not get the tatoos I want (because they would be on my forearm and I wear a short sleeved shirt at work.)

Anyhow I am getting brain numbmess from this computer so I am going to be gone now.