March 19th, 2004



Here's something I've done before to get into a trance, that works pretty well. Not sure how this will work for women (you'll see why in a sec.).

Stand feet shoulder length apart. make sure you have some room, at least three feet all around.

Breathe normally, deeply. You might start with a count.

Now comes the fun part:

With your right hand, connect moderately hard with the left side of your chest. Hard enough to knock some air out. At the same time, with your left hand, connect with the center of your back, a little higher than the ribs.

Reverse the motion, so that you're hitting your right side of your chest with your left hand, and the center of your back with your right hand.

Repeat, as quickly as possible.

One can also do this on thier knees, if that suits you better.

It is, in its own way, like flogging, but it leaves fewer nasty marks.

Do this long enough, and you'll definitely begin to trance out.
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Pieces of Paper

I have many certificates that show I finished things. I have my high school diploma, my bachelor's degree, my Junior Leader Training certificate, my varsity letter, and my BSA Eagle Scout certificate, just to name a few.

Of all the certificates, for all I've done in my life, only one is framed. Only one is displayed on my wall.

My Dedicant Program certificate.

It sits just to the left of my altar, displayed proudly.

My completion of the DP is one of those things I'm most proud of. In a way, it verified my piety. It showed that I was really, truly dedicated to what I said I was, that the words that came from my mouth were true.

Of course, that piece of paper, pretty as it is, didn't change me. It didn't open some magical door.

It did give me an external validation that I wasn't just "making it up" or "pretending to do rituals." When I held that piece of paper in my hands for the first time, I knew I wasn't "out in the woods playing Druid." No, I was actually living it.

And that is what means the most to me.

And a contest. . .

I've decided to take a lead from another.

You see, if you look at saffronhare's bio, you'll note that she got sick of her bio and held a contest to have others write her bio for her. (No, I'm not just pointing you there so you can see that I won!)

Now, I know my friends love me. They think I'm great. Because of this, I'm going to turn my bio over to them (read: YOU) for the weekend. When I swing back through on Monday and peruse this entry's comments, I'd like to have a bunch of new bios posted for me.

The Truth should be no obstacle to a good story, or so I like to say. Please feel free to disregard it.

So, in short: write me a bio. Make my life exciting, enjoyable, and fun. The best bios get to join in a rotating spotlight. I'll change the bio once a week for 3 months or until I run out of bios, whichever comes first.

Remember, it sucks to be boring.
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