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December 6th, 2005


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08:05 am - Walking With Fire: An Eastern Indo-European Conference (Part II)

"Reading Departure Signs in Some Big Airport, Wondering Why We Ever Go Home"


This review only really covers the important things, so not everything covered in other entries will be covered in this one, because some things are a) for those who were there and b) simply unimportant.

Entries from this trip:
Entry 1 | Entry 2 | Entry 3 | Entry 4 | Entry 5 | Entry 6
A quick overview of the entire trip


11/21-22/05: Flight to Salzberg and the First Night and Day

I have, I admit, a number of good things to say about StyrianSpirit Airlines (aka SalzbergSpirit Air). We'll get to problems later, but let's just talk about the good things for now.

To start with, I was greeted by what was certainly the hottest stewardess I've ever had on a flight. Getting onto the plane, I glanced into the cockpit, and I found that the pilot was an incredibly hot blonde. Looking toward the back of the plane, another hot stewardess waited to show us our seats. We settled in and I watched with some interest as the stewardess at the front showed us how to buckle our safety belts and what to do if we crashed.

Heck, even the uniforms they wore seemed tailor-made for me: green skirts! While looking for the Styrian Airlines logo (see right) I stumbled across couple of pictures of stewardesses in uniform [pic 1, pic 2]. I have my suspicions why the airline does so well.

They also have the coolest (and possibly strangest) corporate logo I've ever seen on an airline, a sort of mixture between a panther, a dragon, and a displacer beast. I resolved to ask about this logo.

We were brought a very nice snack (some sort of cheese sandwich), and the flight was smooth. We landed a bit early in Salzberg.

As we prepared to disembark, we walked to the front of the plane. Standing there was the first stewardess, a large box of golden delicious apples. I asked her what the StyrianSpirit logo was, and she said, "I don't know. Dragon? Serpent? Panther? I don't know."

I figured I could ask next time I flew them, as I would certainly be flying them again.

We grabbed our luggage and I went for a walk to see if I couldn't find m3ch, who I knew would be meeting us at the airport. I made it all the way through the airport and was back to where I started in about 3 minutes (including walking through the outside pickup area), when I saw him coming up the hallway. I remember feeling surprised at how smoothly this was all going. I mean, ten people from three different countries and only a couple of us having coming from the same cities or traveling together, and yet here was m3ch, waiting for us, 4,000 miles from home.

We got our bags into the back of the van and swung out from the airport and headed to the house shizukagozen and m3ch had rented for the week.

That night, I wrote a bit in my journal:

Nov. 21, 2005

I feel tested sometimes. Wants, desires, fears, and all manner of other things tease me. They fly into my mind. They come at me from all angles.


When I woke up the next morning, I took a look out the window before going into Salzberg with m3ch, shizukagozen, and bangkokrobot to pick up raherakt. What I saw took my breath away:

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View from my bedroom window 1 | View from my bedroom window 2


What I wouldn't give to wake up to that every single day. But, I'll take what I can get and say, "Yeah, I woke up to that for a week." Honestly, this trip gave me the best window on the world in a very long time.

shizukagozen and m3ch really go all out when it comes to these festivals, and this morning I began exploring the wonderful gifts they'd left in our rooms. There was some chocolate (mine didn't make it home), towels for us to use, some massage oil on my night stand, and (the best part of all) a portable altar for each person to use and then take home. I opened mine up and laughed at the creativity of it all. Here are some pictures of it set up:

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The shrine from an angle | The shrine from head on
The box with the cockroaches will be described shortly


Anyway, we got into Salzberg and met raherakt at the gate, where she and bangkokrobot were introduced, and it was love at first sight. No joke. What can I say, though: good luck to bangkokrobot. I've never seen a kid so suddenly infatuated.

We got back to the house where I took a nap, and while I was out, ceolnamara went with m3ch to pick up the rest of the crew. They didn't get back until the time that everyone had put on their pajamas (you have to find some way to get a three-year-old to put on his pj's), at which point we found out that fred_smith might just be in Vienna, not Salzberg.



11/23/05: Second Day: Workshops and Praying for Mended Boots

Well, after a crazy night of trying to figure out how to get ahold of fred_smith, we got up the next morning for some breakfast and to start out on doing things. Because most people were still pretty lagged, we spent the day in.

We began with some wishful thinking about climbing some of those mountains after a leisurely breakfast and some cursing at my blown-out boots, and moved into our first workshop. The workshop was about Spirits of the Home, and dealt in creating a small home for the house spirits.

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Creating Spirit Houses | My Spirit House on Right
Spirits of the Home Workshop
L to R in left picture: ralmathon, druid_medb, raherakt


We painted and built our houses, and talked a lot about the spirits of our areas and how we honour them.

The houses ended up looking quite good, and mine now sits on my altar.

We had a light lunch, and moved onto a second workshop, where m3ch talked about the Vedic influences in Japan, and talked some about the experience that he, shizukagozen and their son had while walking their pilgrimage in Japan.

Unfortunately, shizukagozen took a splinter in the foot, so I jumped to help out with the dinner preparations, and missed most of the presentation. But dinner, let me tell you, was good. I even managed to boil water.

Following dinner, we watched The Sound of Music, as we were prepared to go into Salzberg the next day, and it was remarkable how much watching that movie and the subsequent tour helped educate us about the history of the area. I had never seen Sound of Music until that night, and didn't actually know much about the history of the area. I've always found it interesting how Hollywood twists history in the name of money, and it was fun to get to see it first hand.

After we finished The Sound of Music, it was off to bed, as we were pretty beat.

That night, I wrote a bit more in my journal:

Nov. 23-34, 2005

Tonight, I spent the night on my knees in front of my altar. I landed there twice, actually.

My regular evening ritual went as planned. light the candles, open, and do some quick exercise.

I read two chapters of To the Indies, and shut off my light.

And my mind began to really work.

I realized, while lying in the silence of my room, that I have to make some hard choices. I found one in particular that haunted me deeply.

I found myself fearing this choice, but at the same time, as I agonized over it and became sick with the stress of makig it, I realized I'd already made it.

I was repeating it over and over in my head. It was so incredibly loud that it deafened me at first, and I could not hear it over its own deep, steady repetition.

And I knew that something had gone horribly wrong, and that things had changed.

I came the closest I have been to real tears since my grandfather died over 15 years ago.

I lay there, quiet and feeling myself near these strange waterdrops. Confusion and pain sweeping over me, drowning me, deafening me. The blankets were too hot, my body too uncomfortable. I began to shake and feel anger and dread and entrapment.

And then I realized what I was doing. I was ignoring the one thing that could help. The one thing I knew I needed.

I stood up in the darkness, throwing the blankets aside. I rounded the bed, and knelt next to the window, facing the shrine I knew was there.

I struck a match, and lit the fire.

The room burst into light.

I sat there, hands palm up, back straight.

I prayed. I poured out my heart and soul. I poured out my fears and my dread. I prayed with a deep, strong emotion and gave up.

The prayer was filling. It reached into the depths of my mind, surpassed logic, and cut into my heart. I fell forward, face buried in my hands, trembling, aching. My prayer, though silent beyond my mind, raged and grew into a tumultuous roar. Soon, it frothed and boiled over into the darkness around me, and finally broke free.

And suddenly, I felt free as well.

The night that followed was full of amazing dreams and a new, awesome reality.

Hail to the Shining Ones, who show us the path in the darkest of nights!


It was a good night, and my experience that night is one I hope to never forget.



Next Update:


11/24/05: Third Day: Salzberg

Entries from this trip:
Entry 1 | Entry 2 | Entry 3 | Entry 4 | Entry 5 | Entry 6
A quick overview of the entire trip

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: "Truckstop Salvation", -JB

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From:edelweiss68
Date:December 6th, 2005 01:27 pm (UTC)
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I think the rampant lion on the logo is from the Styrian/Steiermark coat of arms: http://vector-images.com/image.php?epsid=5192... Cool-ass logo!

Those pics from your window are incredible. Simply incredible. :)
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From:chronarchy
Date:December 6th, 2005 01:49 pm (UTC)
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It very well could be. Mostly, what I got out of the stewardesses was, "panther."

I have more mountains to show you tomorrow. . .
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From:edelweiss68
Date:December 6th, 2005 09:31 pm (UTC)
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Oooo, show me your mountains, baby. ;)
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From:chronarchy
Date:December 6th, 2005 09:39 pm (UTC)
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Baby, wait until you see the size of them. Some are incredibly full and round.
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From:edelweiss68
Date:December 7th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)
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Oooo, I'll bet they're just so firm and fully-packed, too... with trees. ;)
From:shizukagozen
Date:December 6th, 2005 03:52 pm (UTC)
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I wish I could say your beans were great, but they were green so I avoided them! ;)

I finally removed the splinter last night. What a stubborn splinter!

Bring on the nipples!
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From:chronarchy
Date:December 6th, 2005 03:57 pm (UTC)
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I forget if I even had any of those beans or not. For the record, I presume they were supposed to be green? They were green beans, I think :)

All I know is that I boiled the water, and I think I cooked 'em right.

Hehe. Nipples.
From:shizukagozen
Date:December 6th, 2005 04:11 pm (UTC)
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Yes, I think green was the colour we wished to get from them.

I need more nipples in my life, preferably on other people.
From:ceolnamara
Date:December 6th, 2005 04:50 pm (UTC)
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Good Lord those were some good sammiches...

cheese + nice bread + basil + tomato .... *shiver*
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From:chronarchy
Date:December 6th, 2005 07:18 pm (UTC)
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I think part of it was also that we were just sooooo damn hungry!
From:ceolnamara
Date:December 6th, 2005 08:40 pm (UTC)
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Very good point. Though, that bread was something spectacular.

Hmmm... Hunger talking again?
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From:qorinda
Date:December 7th, 2005 05:16 pm (UTC)
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a portable altar for each person to use and then take home.

That's wild. I am making portable altars for all of my grovies for Yule. (Shhh. They don't know it yet)

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