Very LE Scents and those Beez...and Dental Floss
Wood Beez...
For those enraptured about Crumpet Rebellion, I can finally correct the ideas that it's "blackberry" or "blackcurrant". It's RAISIN. It smells like a crumpet with raisins.
As far as the Bee Book goes...I've reached the point where I don't know if I can continue with a straight face! I won't bore anyone with all the authors and books I've studied, but I think this is utter fiction.
(I'd always thought the Castaneda books were fiction, too, but I knew wild-eyed friends who believed EVERY WORD FOR TRUTH. Of course, they also bought all the Lobsang Rampa books--also fiction--and believed THEY were real as well. Some people are gullible enough to believe Gardiner.)
For example, his 'Keltic' Bee Master is Welsh and carries on about the Celtic traditions in the Isles--but they seem to keep celebrating New Years Day on 1 January. It would be 1 November.
His "immediately after New Year's" in early January seem to be both "warm" and the delphinium are in bloom. Everything in the book takes place in Britain. Delphiniums don't bloom in America (which is further SOUTH) until April. Will someone please tell me where it's warm and all the flowers are blooming madly during the first two weeks of January in Britain? But of course, the flowers HAVE to be blooming, it HAS to be warm, and the bees HAVE to be buzzing around continually, so we shan't allow those messy and inconvenient winters to disengage us from our great yarn.
Then, of course, it becomes The Dental Floss Chronicles.
Most of you know I talk about Dental Floss when someone gets on their Pet Project and uses it as the excuse for everything. E.g., someone using their Gayness as their reason for the clothes they wear, the car they drive, the food they eat...etc. In all the years I've lived, I've NEVER felt the need to say, "Well, I'm heterosexual, so that's why I eat wheat bread..." but I've heard all kinds of tripe from people with OTHER labels. Pick whichever one you like.
In the traditional Occult, there is a body of work by male practitioners that is All About The Penis. Aleister Crowley was able to promote Hermetics and its central idea of the penis without being all that graphic about it, good Edwardian gentleBeast that he was. But whenever I pick up some book where a magic(k)ian has to start ranting about his penis, I know we've entered The Dental Floss Chronicles.
He's grabbing his Dental Floss, he's having hallucinations where his Dental Floss grows out over two feet long, he's pounding his Dental Floss into the Bee Maidens and the Bee Mistress and he's likening bees to genitalia... Yep, prime Dental Floss.
My practical knowledge of what is involved in various initiations, etc. ... and then reading this drivel ... I'll suggest you just AVOID the book. It's not worth the trouble reading it.
Honestly, a very SILLY book.
Wyn's sending me photos of those fetish feet with vaginas from a sex toy site isn't any weirder than this book.
Nechtan
For those enraptured about Crumpet Rebellion, I can finally correct the ideas that it's "blackberry" or "blackcurrant". It's RAISIN. It smells like a crumpet with raisins.
As far as the Bee Book goes...I've reached the point where I don't know if I can continue with a straight face! I won't bore anyone with all the authors and books I've studied, but I think this is utter fiction.
(I'd always thought the Castaneda books were fiction, too, but I knew wild-eyed friends who believed EVERY WORD FOR TRUTH. Of course, they also bought all the Lobsang Rampa books--also fiction--and believed THEY were real as well. Some people are gullible enough to believe Gardiner.)
For example, his 'Keltic' Bee Master is Welsh and carries on about the Celtic traditions in the Isles--but they seem to keep celebrating New Years Day on 1 January. It would be 1 November.
His "immediately after New Year's" in early January seem to be both "warm" and the delphinium are in bloom. Everything in the book takes place in Britain. Delphiniums don't bloom in America (which is further SOUTH) until April. Will someone please tell me where it's warm and all the flowers are blooming madly during the first two weeks of January in Britain? But of course, the flowers HAVE to be blooming, it HAS to be warm, and the bees HAVE to be buzzing around continually, so we shan't allow those messy and inconvenient winters to disengage us from our great yarn.
Then, of course, it becomes The Dental Floss Chronicles.
Most of you know I talk about Dental Floss when someone gets on their Pet Project and uses it as the excuse for everything. E.g., someone using their Gayness as their reason for the clothes they wear, the car they drive, the food they eat...etc. In all the years I've lived, I've NEVER felt the need to say, "Well, I'm heterosexual, so that's why I eat wheat bread..." but I've heard all kinds of tripe from people with OTHER labels. Pick whichever one you like.
In the traditional Occult, there is a body of work by male practitioners that is All About The Penis. Aleister Crowley was able to promote Hermetics and its central idea of the penis without being all that graphic about it, good Edwardian gentleBeast that he was. But whenever I pick up some book where a magic(k)ian has to start ranting about his penis, I know we've entered The Dental Floss Chronicles.
He's grabbing his Dental Floss, he's having hallucinations where his Dental Floss grows out over two feet long, he's pounding his Dental Floss into the Bee Maidens and the Bee Mistress and he's likening bees to genitalia... Yep, prime Dental Floss.
My practical knowledge of what is involved in various initiations, etc. ... and then reading this drivel ... I'll suggest you just AVOID the book. It's not worth the trouble reading it.
Honestly, a very SILLY book.
Wyn's sending me photos of those fetish feet with vaginas from a sex toy site isn't any weirder than this book.
Nechtan