fannyfae: (cleopatra)
The adage that we are known by the company we keep probably is very true within the Kemetic Community - perhaps even doubly so. It has become frustrating and disheartening to be judged by people whom you don’t know, who don’t know you, or your specific religious path - nor do they care really! For someone to offhandedly decide that you are not with the “in crowd” or that somehow, will pronounce that not to be of a certain religious affiliation, or sect will deem you unworthy to be given the time of day. Some of course, fear recruitment or being indoctrinated into some sort of cult based on internet rumours that they may or may not have heard.

I am Kemetic. I was trained and ordained as a Kemetic Orthodox Priestess of Sekhmet/HetHert in 1998.  )
fannyfae: (Default)
This is for Fanny's application into the community, [community profile] morbidaristocracy. If anything is missing, I can certainly edit or add more.

1. A well-developed character biography Fanny's Character profile which is being updated.
http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/profile

2. ONE piece of your best writing (with the muse you are applying, if possible, unless the muse is new.) -
http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/197920.html

3. ONE of your favorite threads that your character participated in (that shows off one or more of the following: your ability to plot, write, work with others, twist plots, direct or react to action) - This thread is between Fanny and her husband. By way of a backstory, the post linked to at the top includes another of my muses, Caroline Rochefort, one of Fanny;s daughters and other muses involved in an awards ceremony that went horribly wrong.

http://fannyfae.livejournal.com/233606.html

4. A link to anything that we need to know about their fandom.

Fanny / Faelyn is an original character that I have played in a number of settings, timelines and eras. Most of what I have done has been in the 17th Century. This piee is an interaction between Herself and Cardinal Richelieu on a storyline that I was working with [personal profile] all_for_me some time ago.

http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/192678.html

5. Whether your character is coming into the community clean (no history/starting over) or is keeping previous history (something that needs to be discussed with any of the players that your muse might have history with...

My character does have a history with Amarante ([personal profile] sunandshadows) as her teacher and Fanny views Amarante as a member of the family. Of course, this is flexible. I have no expectations as to that relationship needing to continue. Fanny / Faelyn's husband, Sebastien is not in the group, but I am sure she will refer to him from time to time.

I am completely open to RPing with anyone. I am thrilled there are some other Witch / Magician / Dark Folk in the community and look forwrd to interacting with them and some old friends I see here in the community.

[personal profile] sekhmet_mrytamn

1. A well-developed character biography Sekhmet's biography can be found on her profile page: http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/profile.
2. ONE piece of your best writing: http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/463.html
3. ONE of your favorite threads The commentary between the Comte de Rochefort is really all that I have had with tihis muse on DW. She is still fairly new and untried in a RP setting, though I have been writing her for years on other sites.
4. A link to anything that we need to know about their fandom. Meryt was born in Ancient Egypt. Here are some terms that may be helpful. http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/3283.html
5. Whether your character is coming into the community clean (no history/starting over) or is keeping previous history (something that needs to be discussed with any of the players that your muse might have history with... Meryt is Immortal, similar to Highlander type Immortals but not quite the same. She's interacted with the Rocheforts and others in the very limited time that she has been around.
fannyfae: (doorway)
I know that I have not been writing much here for far too long. Thanks to some gentle prodding by Wyatt over at Pan Historia and from the delightful scribe of my Muse's husband, [personal profile] all_for_me and [personal profile] sunandshadows, I am writing again.

It will be a little bit of slow going. I have not written fiction on Livejournal since the Kremlin took it over a few years ago, and I am still trying to learn my ways around the different writing prompt communities here. Here are a list of my muses as I think of them. We are open to RP and writing with just about anyone, but of course long term writing friendships are always going to take precedence. The muses are

[personal profile] fannyfae
[personal profile] faery_ring
[personal profile] faedefrance
[personal profile] nomanselizabth
[personal profile] sheldonsandscia
[personal profile] melek_taus
[personal profile] sheldonsandscia
[personal profile] rockin_rolla

If there is any I left out, I can and/or will add them. It just feels good to finally get back to writing again.

Digging Out

Jan. 1st, 2014 11:10 pm
fannyfae: (chalice and fire)
Egyptian WorkersThese past few weeks have been rather insane for me. In the final bits of getting the house refinanced, had loggers come in and harvest the trees that we had arranged for early this past spring. I have cleaned like a fiend for the appraiser, had 2.5 times the amount of new client articles dumped on me than I had before, hours at the store, and done a great deal of moving things around for renovation. I still have not managed to get on the roof and clean the chimney, get firewood split and moved in, etc.

In spite of all the hard work, this is one of the things I treasure about living out here. It's a magical and safe space, just as the place that any person calls home should be. Every time that I venture into the city, I am anxious to leave it as soon as possible. I know how to shield myself from the bombardment of other people's behaviours and cluelessness about how to act in public. During the holiday season, it would seem that these sorts of bad behaviours escalate in ways that are the antithesis of what the holidays are supposed to be about. When I venture back toward home, as soon as the blacktop that is Iowa Street turns into the unpaved portion that becomes Buffalo Road, I breathe a sigh of relief. In that moment when my tires hit the gravel, when the Buffalo Creek becomes visible on the left, and the limestone cliffs and rolling forested land that belongs to the state rises up on the right, a feeling of security and safety comes over me.

The boundary is a clear one, both physically and in an unseen sense. The Spirits of the Land are tangible things. The last time I traveled that road, an enormous female bald eagle that was sitting on a tree that extends over Buffalo Creek looked at me squarely as if to ask, "Why did you even bother to leave? What is out there that you cannot get here?" Buffalo Creek

I confess, I had no good answer to give.

For 20 years I have lived here. For ten of those years, I called it by the name Iunen Sekhmet (Sekhmet's Sanctuary). It has been that for me, for my spouse and for my son and the animals that live with us. I hope to stay here another 20 years and more and to pass it to my son. He understands the legacy of what it is to be in a place that is alive with nature and with history, and how the modern world continues to encroach on it with every passing year. I wonder, as I look at the property of neighbors who pass to the Beautiful West and their heirs parcel up and sell of bits and pieces of the land that their parents lived and died for if they understand what it is?

A few of the people around me get it. They understand what stewardship is about. They go along the roads and pick up trash that is thrown from vehicles or stop would-be dumpers with ferocity. This is our land. We look after this small bit of primeval forest with the understanding that as it gives to us, we must give back to it. We are constantly digging our way out of the every day concerns in order to get back there.

It's safe space. It's what we call home.
fannyfae: (green cloak)
I am not one to engage in what I call, "mystic woo-woo" for its own sake. In spite of being someone who follows Kemetic religion, who is an Initiated Priestess of Sekhmet and someone who has been around occult circles in one form or another for over 30 years, I am also someone who is deeply interested in science. I am also devoted to the historical record and values putting out good, solid resource material. I am not prone to histrionics, and I really prefer to analyze a situation so that I can effectively decide what to do in it or about it. Sometimes practical things are called for, while at other times, other sorts of precautions and ritual actions that reverberate into the Realms of the Unseen are needed. This was one of those times where the latter was called for in addition to the former.

Let me start at the beginning...

Over the last few months, several in fact; I have been dealing with what appeared to be sleep apnea. I admit, I am a couple of pounds overweight, I am going into peri-menopause, and sometimes the body does weird and not-so-wonderful things as we grow older. Being a "Woman of a Certain Age" can, quite frankly, suck. The situation of really bad sleep was I thought related to work, school and other stresses. I had done my best to correct most of them, mostly through natural therapies such as herbs, seeing my Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) practitioner, and begrudgingly, even my doctor - who is, in my view, merely a servant to conventional medicine. Thinking in traditional ways about health and well-being is not her strong suit, alas.

To answer the dietary questions: I only eat meat of any kind a few times a week. I cut out a great deal of dairy, swore off of absolutely anything that contained even a trace of either high fructose corn syrup or aspartame and hadn't drunk soda pop in at least three months. If it's processed, it's suspect and left out as much as possible.

Anyway...

The 'sleep apnea', was becoming more and more consistent and more pronounced as time went on. It began about four years ago at a Temple event in Joliet. It was also at first only happening at night, and it was not every night. At first there was not so much cause for concern. Then it was happening every single night, sometimes several times a night. At its peak, it started happening in broad daylight when I took a nap as well. It didn't matter if I slept on my back or on either side, or sitting in a chair, the problem was there and it was, to put it mildly, becoming rather frightening.

About a month and a half ago, I had the worst bout of this phenomena that I had ever experienced. It was as if my heart had not only stopped, but that 'I', my consciousness that was "me", was literally being ripped from my body. According to my spouse, I woke up screaming, kicking and fighting. For me, kicking and screaming in my sleep was definitely not normal. I woke up from that night's "sleep" absolutely shaken. Something had to be done; whether it was physical, or something unseen or a combination of the two was not certain. I just knew that things could not keep on going as they had been.

With great trepidation, I posed my question to an email list of folks that I am a part of. The moderator of the group, who is herself an accomplished author and teacher in her own right, did a reading for me. Actually, she did several. Without my needing to tell her a thing, she honed in on several issues that had been of concern. Her conclusions matched those of my TCM practitioner and my own gut instincts. She surmised that I was most definitely under an attack of some sort and that it centred around one thing in particular. She gave me several suggestions and advice, which I followed.

Even after doing a cleansing and sealing of the spaces of the home, the property and everything else that that needed to be sealed, I put up wards and guardians. With the liberal use of consecrated salt and natron and other protections, overnight the situation had noticeably improved. For the first five consecutive nights I did not have a single incident of "sleep apnea". On the seventh night there was one tiny hiccup and after that there was only one on All Hallows Eve. That was an indication as well. When the Veil is the thinnest - that was the most likely time that someone will try to launch something. It was just a small little blip.

Since taking precautions and continuing to keep with my changes in diet, activity and practice, there has been no "apnea", no screaming, no kicking or fighting anything off. There have been no panic attacks - no problems. L

All of this has given me the impetus to reaffirm in the ways that I had been doing before when I first came to Iunen Sekhmet: Working with land spirits that are a part of the Enchanted Forest that surrounds our home, and and continued, focused practice.

So why would I even mention this, or even publish it online? Certainly signalling whomever might be dong this and what I am doing to stop it could lead to my efforts being thwarted - especially when I am definitely not out of danger yet.

Ah....there is a method to my madness.

Even though I have not given specifics for the steps that I have taken, and have not outlined how I had at least momentarily gained the upper hand, I know that sometimes what seems a logical explanation to something isn't the real explanation. Besides, anyone reading this post would certainly conclude that they had stuck their hands in my own special brand of crazy. Who really believes in any of this stuff, right?

That's the problem with those of us who have an overly-logical mind. That is what happens when you flat-out dismiss what may very well be a knock on the noggin from the realms of the Unseen. Too many people cannot find a logical reason for something, and ascribing an incident to an unseen assailant or attack can seem really as if they have taken leave of their senses. Speaking only for myself, I have been in the business of being a Priestess and a practitioner of various forms of mysticism / Cunning Craft far too long. I have seen things that cannot be scientifically or logically explained. I fully admit there are just some brands of woo that I cannot even buy myself. For example, I have never met an extraterrestrial, I've never even seen one. I am not all too certain that I ever want to see one. if that were in the realm of possibility. I think that many within the the Love and Light Crowd, or the ones who spout off about conspiracy theories meant to keep humanity from their "birthright" as heirs to the ancient knowledge deserve to have a stack of decent books unceremoniously hurled at their thick skulls.

Few things are more maddening to me than someone who considers themselves quite an adept as an armchair magician or expert practitioner, but they have never actually performed any sort of solitary or group ritual. They do not, and by default, cannot understand the dynamics of what power or sekhem really is. They have no clear comprehension of how heka works, or even what Ma'at< is. For these folks, continually trying to rewrite the rules of the Realms of the Unseen and the subtle seems to be their hallmarks. Many of these folks don't even believe that psychic attacks are possible, let alone that it could possibly happen to them and so they are, in my opinion, far more vulnerable to them. If they do believe in them, sometimes they simply "send it back".

Wrong answer.

I am here to tell you that in some traditions, and especially in the Kemetic, that particular and popular ritual solution does not always work. In fact, sometimes it can make a situation much, much worse by acting very much like a Chinese finger trap or quicksand. If you engage it at all, or struggle with it in any way, then the action that is intended to thwart the attack, in turn becomes its own trap. Too many of the armchair magicians and even those who believe themselves to be hands-on adepts are not nearly experienced enough to know the difference. Others simply "don't believe " in any of this stuff. I will repeat what I am often heard saying in that, plants do not need to necessarily "believe in" photosynthesis either: They will still turn green.

Right now I intend to continue to follow my friend and fellow Priestess' advice as closely as I am able or comfortable in doing. She and I are in close contact often and we verify things with each other. In my experience, when you are dealing with a situation that makes you uneasy or you are unsure, you need to get another perspective other than your own. It is always good to find someone you can trust to help you discern what is real and what are the phantoms of your own imagination and maybe offer a point of view that you may not have considered at all. Try to find someone who is grounded in reality at least a little and not prone to bullshit. Josephine, for me, has been exactly that. For that I thank her.

When we take these sorts of precautions, we stand a far better chance of getting the best of both the Seen and the Unseen worlds.

Crossposted to FannyFae.com
fannyfae: (Jocelyn - I am my mother's daughter)
"I call'd the devil, and he came.
And with awe his from I scan'd:
He is not ugly, and is not lame.
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of his life is the devil.
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil:
A diplomiatist too, well skill'd in debate.
He talks quite glibly of church and state."
- Heinrich Heine


"This way, come along." Melek reached back to the young girl that followed just behind him. Her large, dark eyes looked up at him inquisitively even as she slipped her tiny hand into his much larger one. If there was any trepidation there on her part, she certainly did not show it. Fae creatures were delightfully alluring, even when they were so young. Or perhaps, he mused, it was especially when they were so young that he found their curiosity so wholly irresistible.

This one, however, had a whole future ahead of her. He resolved that he would groom her, and when the time was right, and much, much later, it would be her own daughter would assist in his greater purpose. But first things first.

"Tell me, do you like books, my dear?" he asked.

The Halfling child nodded her head. then offered in Sidhe, "I know how to read a little but there are not many books in Dunnlauden."

"It's very good that you can read," he smiled, ignoring the child's observation about her village. "Did your Maman teach you?"

The little girl nodded.

Of course, the Peacock Angel knew that Moya had done so. For a human, the girl's mother had not only proven to be useful in her devotion, but in providing the Sidhe ranks with at least some new blood. Without a doubt, the child would not be entirely trusted among humans, and her mother would be branded a whore for the ridiculous sin of having consorted with demons. The absurd irony of it all both amused and annoyed him. But the child did not need to ally with superstitious humans that lived in a village anyway. He had already foreseen that it would be leveled in a few years time. By then she would be far, far away, the village nothing but a forgotten and distasteful memory. And with his help, this Halfling girl would take back the throne of her Sidhe ancestors. Following that, everything else would have fallen neatly into place, and Melek's plans would begin their long, winding road to fruition.

The forest trail became a long corridor of columns comprised of gnarled trees that stretched far toward the horizon. Shelves and stacks of books of incredible luxury and filled with delights of every kind were found behind branches, along tree trunks, hedgerows and brambles. The Halfling child's eyes grew even larger and more luminous as a covetous bloom lit her features.

Remembering herself, she looked up at Melek who smiled at her unasked question. "The forest, indeed the whole world is my realm - and yours. You see, we are family, you and I. Family should share, and I will share all of this with you."

Her little hand gave his a slight squeeze. Immediately to her right, resting on a moss and lichen covered tree stump sat a very large green and blue leatherbound book. The binding was shot with gold arabesque designs and in the centre of the cover was painted the most beautiful peacock whose feathers glittered with green and blue stones.

"That one is yours alone," he smiled down at her. "Do you like it?"

"For me?" she had barely dared to hope.

"Of course, my dear."

She let go of his hand only long enough to step forward and ftouch the beautiful and ornate cover with gentle and reverent fingers. Clearly, she had never seen anything so beautiful as this book and very carefully she opened the cover to see a blank page staring back at her - then another and another. The entire book was blank.

"But there are no words," she said with obvious disappointment.

Melek knelt down beside her and took both of her small hands in his. "That is because it is your book and you must write the words in it," he said. "Will you do that for me when you learn to write and to draw? You must write down all that you see and learn and keep track of it."

Unable to resist the instinct to reassure him, she extracted her tiny hands from Melek's and embraced him, burying her face into his neck, her soft, warm breaths warming the depths of what might have been his heart. It had not been the daughters of mere mortal men who tempted the Fallen Ones. No. The Sidhe women, the pure essence of what wildness and Nature truly are in ways that no human woman could ever be. This little one would serve his purposes beautifully and she would do it willingly besides.

And somewhere in the distance, the voice of the girl's mother called into the dark palace of the woods.
fannyfae: (cleopatra)
It seems that the more connected we become in this digital-centric world, where things are up for instant consumption and there is a constant compare and contrast, the more disconnected and inadequate that we can tend to feel. Even we, who are in groups or temples that are long-lived and well-established, feel this. So do those among us who have had a decade or more of working both within the community and as individuals. That fear of somehow being found out as a “fake” or “not doing it right” can be debilitating. There seems to be an all-too-human tendency to compare what we do with what others are doing.

If a fellow Kemetic, also with the same Deity line up that we have has a skill that we don’t personally share, it’s easy to feel as if that Deity is somehow “playing favourites.” The truth is, each of us are Their favourites, and none of us, regardless of what we might think, ever sprung from the womb being a perfect Kemetic. All of us who are Reconstructionists tend to grasp every shred, every scholarly resource we can. Many of us secretly desire to dedicate study to not only the Netjeru, but also to learning ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and somehow phoneticizing them so that we can incorporate these Medw Netjer, writing of the Gods, into our own rites. Wouldn’t it be great to have our own language that marks us as being Kemetic? Read more... )


Originally posted to Excavating Our Souls from the Ruins.
fannyfae: (your world)
Normally, I would open a letter with the words, "Em Hotep", which most of us know means, "In Peace". What I am about to write today has absolutely nothing to do with 'peace'. It has nothing to do with giving lip service with a greeting that at times seems to have very little meaning to some of the people within its so-called Community of adherents.

What I am trying to say is this: Some of you, quite frankly, leave a whole lot to be desired by way of community. Some, I can safely say, suck as human beings. Some of you really suck as friends and with those kind of friends…..well, I'm sure that you know the rest. All I can say is that it really must suck to be you. Read more... )
Comments and feedback are always appreciated and the original post can be found HERE.
fannyfae: (on the trail)
The entire case stunk to high heaven. In addition to the obvious stench of dead bodies being found in this new set of murders that looked so oddly like a reprise of the Grimm Murders, there was something else. The scent was heavy with the iron tinged scent of blood interwoven with something else more sinister.

Certainly, Fanny thought, Red wouldn’t have perceived it, nor would any of the other cops and lawyers, but the sensation was unmistakable. Maybe it was due to her pregnancy, she thought. Of course, no one but Red and possibly Mac Ringgold knew. He’d seen her looking a fair shade of green that morning before she managed to choke down some peppermint tea and saltines. The idea of another interview with Timothy Spencer and the disquieting circumstances surrounding the death of his girlfriend caused a deep rumble to cut across her midsection. She took another large swallow of peppermint tea and followed Red and the others into the interrogation room. Read more... )


Muse: Francoise de Rochefort / Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1142

A part of the" Midnight People", original, interactive fiction at Panhistoria.
fannyfae: (correspondence)
The Goddess Sekhmet
A bit ago, I decided I was going to actually publish the work and research I have spent the last ten years doing on Sekhmet. Right now, I am in the final editing process. I am tweaking the formatting and images, getting the cover to look more professional.

As for the work itself, it will be a combination of both scholarly and what I ever-so-affectionately term as "Mystic Woo-Woo". You see, Kemetic religion draws two distinct groups of people. Those who are into the strictly scholarly and reconstructionist aspects of it, and those who are a little more eclectic and far less precise in the ways which they choose to honour the Netjeru. While it is impossible to be all things to all people, especially when you are a writer, I have divided the book into two sections. There will be citations of ancient work, and the other portion will contain hymns, invocations, rituals etc. that are based off of those in antiquity but are clearly either my creation or those which have come from others. Read more... )
fannyfae: (cleopatra)
Pantheacon starts tomorrow. I will, again, not get to go this year. That makes me extremely sad because there are many friends, and even family, who will be going. My reason for not attending is I have just started a new semester to finish out my degree. While I am excited about that, I feel a like a hungry waif with her face pressed up against her computer monitor, gazing at my scores of friends on Facebook, Twitter, Livejournal, Dreamwidth and other venues where I write get to meet each other and attend some pretty wonderful classes at P’Con. Read more... )
fannyfae: (OOC)
Snagged from [personal profile] muse_maledictio

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…
1) What are you currently reading?
2) What did you recently finish reading?
3) What do you think you’ll read next?

1) "Golden Shrine, Goddess Queen, Egypt's Anoinring Mysteries" by Alison Roberts. This explores the iconography and symbolism that are found to be inscribed on the Golden Shrine of Tutankhamun. It talks about how important royal women were in personifying and reperesenting the "Eye" (Eye of Ra) Goddesses in Kingship, and the turning of each new year and of the yearly re-coronation during those rites.

2) "Voyager" by Diana Gabaldon. This is the third book of the "Outlander" series that deals with the 18th Century, after the Battle of Culloden. and the Pre-Revolutionary Americas. It is a nice continuation of the story of Jamie Fraser and his time travelling wife, Claire. If I could tell a story as well as Gabaldon can and sell it as a novel, I could retire! The only thing I do not like about her writing is her erotic scenes are as contrived as any others I have read in romance novels. I find myself rolling my eyes most of the time. If that happens whilst reading erotica, chances are it's either too cliche' or too clinical. I find that Gabaldon alternates between those two states in her books. I suppose, though her books really cannot be singularly classified in general fiction, historical fiction, or romance, it sort of hits a place of "all of the above".

3) I am debating as to whether or not to delve into a technical book on documentary filmmaking or using crowdfunding for financing film projects, or to go for the fourth book in the Gabaldon "Outlander" series. I have all of the latter on audiobook, so I could listen to them on my commute to and from classes and home.
fannyfae: (WWII)
Rage, the temerity of it all, of the Nazis to have burned the church at Orandeur-sur-Glane was unthinkable. Francoise de Rochefort’s heart nearly stopped in her chest when she saw her friend, Colonel Robert Grayson carrying the limp form of Amarante from his car to the front entrance of the chateau. The girl’s face, body and limbs were smudged with, blood, soot and ash. Her hair was singed and matted with blood, her clothing in tatters, shoes were also now missing. No, it couldn’t be like this, not like this! Not her! Read more... )



Muse: Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count:1819

Ths post originally appeared in the online novel "World Under Siege" on Pan Historia. Special thanks to the amazing scribes of[personal profile] all_for_me, [personal profile] sunandshadows [personal profile] ambrogino_giovanni, [personal profile] isabel_giovanni and [profile] civ_barbarian for the use of their musess in this work and for thier hard work and friendship over the long haul.
fannyfae: (main gauche)
“You will beg me for death, Cheri. And I promise you that. And when at last Hsu and more importantly, I am satisfied with your answers and if and when I am feeling magnanimous, I will grant your request.”DISCLIAMER: NSFW for potential triggery / violence )


Muse: Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original /Folklore Mythology
Word Count: 1540

(Special thanks to Hsu Danmei and his scribe)
fannyfae: (candle bright)
I have been having a few thoughts about letting go on 9/11 of this year. This of all days, on the anniversary of 09/11 - a day that is indelibly etched in the minds of most modern adults. Like when JFK was shot or when Challenger exploded, we can never forget where we were or what the day looked like or how we felt. On that day, 11 years ago, I was with my mother, who was dying of terminal cancer. Less than a month from that date, she would pass to the Beautiful West. That day, I got an email from a gentleman whose YouTube videos I had commented on and was so impressed by that I wrote to his private email address late last month. His production values were very high, and I thought it was a definite standard that I hoped my own work could rise to. I was very interested in talking to him about my documentary project. Read more... )
fannyfae: (within the aethers)
the Faery Universe
You can talk to the Divine at any time with varying degrees of formality. practice your faith when just about everything becomes a prayer. You can offer your efforts in cooking a meal as thanks to Netjer for what you have been given, offering a portion of that in shrine. You can pray to Netjer behind the wheel of the car (and I often do that, myself!) or you can go out into nature and just appreciate the infinite variety of manifestations in Creation that shows the Divine to us. Really, it is about your personal relationship and the things you do personally to connect to the Divine. Proscriptions about doing A, B and then C, ad infinitum are ok, but nothing beats the internal, intuitive dialogue that only you can have with your Gods. Read more... )


http://fannyfae.com/2012/08/25/spiritual-musings-from-the-edge-of-the-world/
fannyfae: (Default)
Since this is our first Mun Monday, tell us a bit about yourself and why you write.

I write because I have to.

It's like breathing or eating or sleeping. If I don't write , there is something amiss in the world for me. Writing is how I process things, I work out challenges within my own mind. My day is completely blown if the first thing in the morning that I do after pouring my first cup of coffee is not booting up my computer and writing at least 750 - 1000 words. If that does not happen, in my view, I have accomplished absolutely nothing.

It is a chance for me to channel the voices in my head. Read more... )
Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count 850
fannyfae: (on the trail)
Fanny didn’t call Red King right away. She had waited simply because the man was a legend and although all it took for her break through was a contact via a friend and colleague and she had gotten the very thing that had alluded her most of the day, she couldn't bring herself to push send on her Blackberry. It seemed ironic, really. She had an almost uncanny ability at times to simply ask for things and the Universe would deliver. Now if she could only get such cooperation from the great man himself.
Read more... )


Muse:Faelyn / Frances MacKay / Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 2129
fannyfae: (18th Century)
Challenge #430
Option 1 - Paid Silence
Author Notes: This is part of a much larger historical piece set in the 17th Century, during the reign of Louis XIII.


Unus est, Trinus est; in Omni Angulo est.
Omnia comprehendit, Fuit est; et vobis erit.
Finis et origo.*


I am far more nocturnal than I am a creature of the daylight. Perhaps I can attribute such to my Unseelie blood, or perhaps that has always been in my nature.. )
fannyfae: (Faelyn1)
Think about the whole lot of characters you've created so far in your writing / roleplaying career and consider these questions. Answer as many or as few as you'd like.

1. What gender of character do you play or write most often?

I think it tends to be a pretty even split, although I tend to write women more than men. The women that I do write are fairly unconventional. For a while, when I was writing male characters, particularly in the early days of the internet, I absolutely would not let anyone know that the hand behind that character was not in fact male. Read more... )
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Meh! I need to redecorate this journal, but I am like the worst person in the world to do it. Does anyone have any good suggestions or someone who can help with that?

Any assistance would be most appreciated as it is definitely not my forte'.
fannyfae: (within the aethers)
With the start of the semester tomorrow, I am going to have more than enough to keep me busy both in assignments and also my own personal writing goals each week. Two friends on my Dreamwidth reading list mentioned the below blog project and I have to say I was intrigued.

Things have changed for me spiritually, professionally and academically. I can't really go into it right now because I have had a good long think about it but haven't reached any conclusions. I am still devoted to film and media as I ever was. It is just focusing on my own projects as never before. But this Pagan Blog Project seems as if it would be right along the lines of helping me get back into writing in a magical sense. Those who know me know how much a part all of that is to me and to my life. Fictionalising it is not a stretch and if anyone fears that I would give away any "oathbound" material, suffice it to say, I know what to do and what not to do - and the Mysteries DO protect themselves.

Anyway, here is the link for any who would like to join up themselves.

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I am posting this on my Dreamwidth account because for whatever reason, be it bad code or whatever, I am unable to even log on to the server with my Semagic client. Also, any time I try to update manually from a webpage it tells me there are missing parameters, or I get the talk.bml and nothing gets posted. For whatever reason, it is working via a crossposting script from Dreamwidth, so that is what I will do.

Those of you who are trying to find me, etc. may do so over at Dreamwidth. Thankfully I was able to port all of my community things to that site from LJ before everything went south. So if you are looking for

[community profile] writers_muses
[community profile] ethnobotanpharm

I just joined [community profile] musemuggers but have not been able to post. If I get kicked out for not posting this will be why, because I do have a post ready to go. Thanks LJ for all the years of fun. I hate to see them come to an end, but the situation is not conducive for anyone.

Crossposted from Dreamwidth
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"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself." - Neil Gaiman

The above quote was from a LJ friend, and I thought it was one of the finest I had ever seen. I think I am starting in that direction in a big way. Yesterday I started applying gesso to an Egyptian winged disk plaque that is about 24" wide by 8" high. I want to paint it according to the ancient canon as far as colours go. The illustration shown here is not quite right.

The parts that are white should also be yellow or gold. I am seriously thinking of going with gold leafing on this one just because I can. I will need some crown moulding to make it perfect, and those have an artistic canon as well. That project, since there are two of them, should keep me busy off and on. There is no push on it. But it is nice, relaxing, busy work when I need a break from writing.

Speaking of.. Ramblings about writing projects etc. under the cut )
fannyfae: (correspondence)
It is my intention to join the ROW80 fun this year. What better time to start than the new year? Since I have a landmark birthday coming up for me near the end of February, it is doubly imperative. Click the Link to join in, too!


Special thanks goes to [personal profile] ashtoreth for pointing this cool project out to me. :)


The porting / mirroring of [community profile] writers_muses to Dreamwidth is now complete. This process, which has been going on for a number of months, was brought to its final conclusion when Dreamwidth announced that it had opened up community porting from Livejournal to its site just last night. A big "Thank you!" to Denise and Mark and all of the folks here at Dreamwidth who have made this process as pain-free as possible. Their dedication to their customers and users as well as their attention to detail and customer service is nothing short of awe-inspiring. :)

Other things, my goal is to get at least one all three of my eBooks uploaded on Kindle in the next two months - hopefully sooner. The only thing that is holding me back is fear of the KDP interface on Amazon's website. I have plenty of friends who are supporting themselves and I think I want to make it so I can at least pay one bill out of my stack that comes every month from what I've written, and my executive producer, Geoff Foley is helping me figure out KDP, so it's all good. For me, it's a good goal. Like every one else in eBook dreamland, I have dreams of having my writing support me. It may take me a while to reach the level of Joe Konrath, Barry Eisler, Dean Wesley Smith and others on my blog reading list manage to do! Even my professors say that it's a brave new world of publishing out there, and I think things look very good for writers these days. I hope I am one of them that can say that a year from now. :)

Bless all of you, my friends who have come over from Livejournal and the new ones I have just met here. It is refreshing to have a calm, welcoming place to hang one's hat and exercise one's pen, as it were. Here is wishing all of you and all of yours (and all your muses!) a great new year of prosperity, health and great writing in 2012! :)
fannyfae: (cruel pen)
I am just gobsmacked when I realize just how many character journals I have created on Livejournal in the last 8+ years. It's pretty frightening. I doubt that all of them will make their way over here, but it is nice to know that if I need to, I can bring them over for free during what remains of 2011.
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For everyone on my Friends List! In honour of the Feast of the Celestial Cow (aka "Moo-Mas") and no matter what you call it, I hope you and yours have a blessed Holiday Season !


fannyfae: (your world)
Up until this moment, I had not ever really completely regretted purchasing a permanent Livejournal account.

I do now.

The latest interface has changed my font sizes to something I cannot live with. I want serif on my typefaces, dammnit, I want to be able to type what I want as an icon choice, and now as it is, I am going to have to use Semagic, like it or not in order to post. Also gone is the ability to edit comments in a thread! WTH?! This is something paid members were given the ability to do. Now it's gone?! In short, I do not like what they have done, it looks like crap and from what I understand, there are tens of pages (96 and more, I had heard) of users complaining about it. When I checked there was an apropos 6666+ comments of pissed off users.



Therefore, I have decided, I am moving the remainder of my writings over to Dreamwidth and Pan Historia, because this has gone beyond ludicrous. It used to be you could tailor your viewing options. It appears this is no longer the case. To those of you whom I write with regularly, I will try (no promises) to stay in groups like TN and will continue to post to writers_muses here. But I am definitely looking at moving the whole shebang once and for all. I don't mind paying a price each year for a subscription if it means that I have at least a little input on how things look and navigate.

Those friends who need invite codes, I will give them out as long as I have them. As for Pan Historia, the site does admittedly have a learning curve, but your works are safe, no one is going to pirate them and we do listen to our users. So, the door is always open there, too.

LJ has ceased to listen and probably will wonder what happened once their users have all walked away.
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Originally posted by [personal profile] write_light at BAD Internet Laws Heading Your Way

From the flist: 



Spread the word, even you're not a US citizen, it is important for everyone!! It easy to do and it can change everything. More info by clicking on the banner.

Website Blocking

The government can order service providers to block websites for infringing links posted by any users.

Risk of Jail for Ordinary Users

It becomes a felony with a potential 5 year sentence to stream a copyrighted work that would cost more than $2,500 to license, even if you are a totally noncommercial user, e.g. singing a pop song on Facebook.

Chaos for the Internet

Thousands of sites that are legal under the DMCA would face new legal threats. People trying to keep the internet more secure wouldn't be able to rely on the integrity of the DNS system.


Read this analysis from boing-boing.net

Get on the phone and call your representative. Express your disapproval. Tell him or her exactly how you feel, and that you don't support this. Tell your friends to call their representatives, their Congressperson, and complain. Mention that you are a registered voter that takes your civic responsibility seriously and that you will use that vote to express your feelings about this.

http://www.rollcall.com/issues/57_60/Internet-Companies-Boost-Hill-Lobbying-210345-1.html?pos=olobh

“We support the bill’s stated goals — providing additional enforcement tools to combat foreign ‘rogue’ websites that are dedicated to copyright infringement or counterfeiting,” the Internet companies wrote in Tuesday’s letter. “Unfortunately, the bills as drafted would expose law-abiding U.S. Internet and technology companies to new uncertain liabilities, private rights of action and technology mandates that would require monitoring of websites.”  The chamber-led coalition in support of the bill includes Walmart, Eli Lilly & Co. and Netflix.

Google and other opponents of the legislation argue that restricting the Internet in the U.S. sets a bad international precedent and that the language defines infringing too broadly.

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