But I am good at the game of 'Boggle'. See how many words I can form out of that 16 cube arrangement of letters? I bet I form LOTS of words today.

The day started with seeing ''Lord of the Rings: The Return Of The King''. Neither Julia nor I could last without a mid movie mad dash to the restroom. It is three hours and 21 minutes. The movie finished at an odd time. I say 'odd', because once we walked up the road to Villa On The Main, I discovered they are closed between 2:30 and 4:30pm. So I said, ''Let's go to 'Lute's Casino'! We've never been there. This restaurant, 'where the elite meet', has even been featured in Arizona Highways and we've never been there.

Well, it's not an 'upscale' place, no matter how many 'elite' meet there. We were confused as to just what to do with ourselves when we walked in. But upon asking, I learned one does not wait to be seated but just goes and finds a seat. We found a high table with matching high stools. As Julia sat drinking her dark beer, she said the seats were good protection against over-consumption of alcohol. When one has had too much, they will simply fall off the high perches.

But the food was good. We each got a roast beef and chili pepper sandwich and we split a basket of fries. There is an odd assortment of deco all over the ceiling and walls of the restaurant. Julia, seeing an interesting one, announced, ''Look, there's a PENTACLE!'' I looked at the pentacle, underneath a half circle decorated with pirate symbols and gasped, ''And it's a POINT DOWN pentacle, too!''

And that is just a tiny thing, relatively, to 'jazz me' today. I've made yet another amazing discovery. Edred Thorsson, who used to be a Temple of Set member, well he might still be, but I think he's gone on to concentrate on his Germanic tradition, emphasizes the value of family connection in one's beliefs.

He says it's in the blood, the DNA, to be attracted to a certain mind set or certain deity. Although, with 25 percent Swedish blood, I'm qualified to feel a yearning towards the Germanic tradition, I don't feel it. Maybe I can't say I don't really feel it. There is, via my Celtic connection due to my 50 percent Bohemian blend, a magnetic attraction to Celtic music.

As I said in November of 1996:

All of my mother's people came from Bohemia, now known as the Czech Republic. I learned recently that the Celtic peoples in the 4th century spread out to the area that is now that region. In fact, the name Bohemia came from those Celts. The Celtic Boii tribe gave the country its Latin name - Boiohaemum (Bohemia). This seemed to confirm my deep calling to things Celtic. It's in the blood!

But I do acknowledge these realms can be useful to those for whom they are useful. And I acknowledge my pleasure in having pointy Elven ears! Also, Prince Charlie and Queen Illuminaria, as well as those in the 'external' parts of my pantheon may be fanciful fluff to others. Diversity is a wonderful thing, and greatly to be appreciated.

However, I do understand Thorsson's call of the ancestors. Julia Lansberry, in her Philosopher's Stone: A Paramythic Legacy states:

What is significant to me is that in two millennia, the very word "religion" has been stripped of the primary meaning of the Latin "religio." An individual re-connects with ancient roots, ancestral voices and tradition. To re-link: that is religion. It is personal; it is heritage and identity. Through affinity with the word religere there is additionally the sense of diligence and caring, the opposite of negligence. The key in both is the principle of linkage, as the "tie that binds."

But it is the spring board from which other such thoughts arise. My mother soon found Jane Robert's SETH books, and she bought me some of those books, as well, which expand upon this thought with the following basic gist:

Throughout Seth's work the main themes return again and again ... "You create your own reality", and "You get what you concentrate upon."

Seth exhorts, "You create your reality according to your beliefs and expectations, therefore you should examine these carefully. If you do not like some aspect of your world, then examine your own expectation."

And then . . . And then I went and did a little research into the Seth material. Was I ever surprised when I found the following:

It is a little story that Seth told to Jane's class in 1973. It's in Susan Watkins' Conversations With Seth, but is also found at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Aegean/1341/seth01.html:

There was once a god who was not a god--who was not a god, for you are dealing with legends.

There was a god in ancient Egypt, and his name was Seth, and he was disreputable. And he threw aside establishments, and whenever other gods rose up and said, "We are the truth, we are pure and we are holy," this disreputable god stood up, and with a voice like thunder, said: "You are nincompoops!"

And the other gods did not like him, and whenever they set up their altars, he came like thunder, but playfully, and tossed the altars asunder, and he said, "Storms are natural, and good, and a part of the earth, even as placid skies are. Winds are good. Questions are good. Males and females are good. Even gods and demons are good, if you must believe in demons. But, structures are limited!"

And so this god, who was not a god, called Seth, went about kicking apart the structures, and he gathered about him others who kicked apart the structures. And they were themselves, whether they were male or female. Whether they thought of themselves as good or bad, or summer or winter, or as old or as young, they were creators. They were questioners.

And whenever another personality set itself up and said, "I am the god before you, and my word is law", then Seth went about saying, "You are a nincompoop," and began again to kick apart the structures.

And so you are yourselves, in your way, all Seths, for you kick apart the structures, and you are the black sheep of the religions and the black sheep of the scientists, and the black sheep of the physicians, and the black sheep of your mothers and your fathers, and your sisters an your brothers.

And yet, the mothers and the fathers and the sisters and the brothers listen, for they do not have the courage to be the black sheep, and they quail in the voice of the thunder that is so playful, though they do not understand it because they equate loudness with violence, and they think that female is passive, and the male is aggressive; and that war and violence must then erupt from the reality of mankind.

And so you are, indeed, all black sheep of the universe, and Sethites have always been the black sheep of the universe!

Now, to be a Sethite, you do not have to follow this Seth, you simply follow the Seth in yourself, and that Seth in yourself is a questioner, and an explorer, and a creator. And the Seth in yourself knows when to passively flow with the wind that blows through the window above a summer town, and when to go against the force of your environment. You were Sethites before you met me, and there was a Seth before I was Seth, and the spirit follows through the ages as you know them.

'Nincompoops!' Yes, the Set I know, whose Energy I feel so strongly, speaks to me in just such abrupt slang terms. Wow!

Sometimes, I am just reduced to simple words like ''WOW!'' That's what happens when my mind boggles.

''WOW!''

I think there shall be no end to the magic!

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