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Hi everybody! Happy friday the 13th!
I have always loved friday the 13th, it has always been a good day for me and in numerology the number lowers down to the number 4 which is a good,grounding number in deed!
4 Positive Traits: Strong sense of order and values, struggle against limits, steady growth, highly practical, scientific mind, attention to detail, foundation for achievement, a genius for organization, fine management skills. 4 Negative Traits: Lack of imagination, caught up in detail, stubborn fixed opinions, argumentative, slow to act, too serious, confused.
Here's an interesting article I found at suite101.com about Friday the 13th. Is it really a day of bad luck or actually another example of suppression of the feminine principle and of pagan myth and ritual? I found it very interesting.
Published on: October 13, 2000
A black cat crosses your path, you walk under a ladder, you break a mirror, so what!? What does this have to do with you receiving bad karma? Well a lot if you let superstitions hold some sway with you, and let’s face it, most of us do. Many of us may believe we are not superstitious, but most of us would be surprised to realize the role superstition has in directing our actions and behaviors. Have you ever been extra careful around a mirror for fear of having seven years of bad luck; knocked on wood; been afraid not to pass-on a chain letter; not opened an umbrella indoors; God-blessed someone when they sneezed? Chances are you have. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but you may be curious as to how these superstitions originated.
Perhaps the best known superstition is the fear of Friday the 13th. What is it about these two factors that gave this day such a bad reputation? After all, it is even the subject of a hugely successful horror movie series! Almost all of us have used the date of Friday the 13th to explain why something went wrong. Examples of the taboos for both Friday, but especially the number 13, are endless. Everything has a history, so to get to the root of this superstition we must first look at the two elements separately. As it turns out, both Friday and the number 13 have a fascinating past.
FRIDAY
What could possibly be so bad about Friday? Most people look forward to Fridays, as it is the end of the workweek for many. Hence the ever popular slogan T.G.I.F. Friday’s ill-fated day in superstition is believed to result from the belief that it was the day of the week on which Eve tempted Adam and Christ was crucified. Among the activities viewed as taboo to do on a Friday are: setting sail on a ship; moving house; beginning any new work; writing a letter; knitting; starting a journey; and, believe it or not, cutting your nails. In both England and America the custom to hang criminals on a Friday earned it the reputation of Hangman’s day. Although, it seems one activity offers some promise on a Friday - sleeping. The thought is, if you repeat the dream you had during the night to a family member on Friday morning the dream would come true. It is certainly worth a try, assuming of course you only tell your family about the dreams you want to come true.
Not everywhere does Friday have this dubious distinction. Friday is the Sabbath of the Jewish lunar calendar and the Sabbath of Islam. Scandinavian Pagans, Hindus, rural Scots, and Germans consider Friday to be a most propitious day for a marriage or courting because they consider it a day favoring fertility. Their more favorable view of Friday is a result of the history of Friday before Christianity.
Friday is the only day of the week named after a woman. The others pay homage to either Scandinavian male gods (Wooden, Thor, and Tiu – God of War) or celestial bodies (Saturn, Sun, and Moon). Friday was named after the Norse Goddess Freya who represented fertility and sexual love. She is strongly associated with spring, birds and cats. Romans named the day dies Veneris after Venus, their own version of the Freya goddess. Ancient fisherman did not set sail on a Friday out of respect for Freya, because she was considered Goddess of the Sea. This tradition is still practiced by many sea folk today, except their reason for not setting sail on a Friday is now due to a fear of bad luck rather than reverence for an ancient goddess. To make the history of Friday even more interesting, it turns out fish were often eaten on Friday as fertility charms in honor of Freya. Thus, it seems the catholic habit of eating fish on Friday was pagan in origin.
THE NUMBER 13
The number 13 has an even more special place in superstition and fear of its effects has even been given a scientific name, Tridecaphobia. In fact, buildings avoid numbering the 13th floor, and airlines avoid using the number in tracking their flights and in numbering their seat aisles. The number 13 is rarely found on offices or shops, and even less frequently on the rooms of a hotel or guesthouse. In some cities, such as Paris, scarcely a single house exists with that ill-fated number. They get around this by designating the property twelve bis (twelve twice).
The main reason given for 13’s ill omen is its association with the Last Supper, attended by 13 - Christ and the 12 apostles. According to tradition, if a gathering of 13 is held, one member of such a group – the first to rise from the table – will die before the year is out. Reportedly, an organization in France exists solely to provide a last minute party guest so 13 people are never at a dinner party! Again, as was the case for Friday, not all cultures share this dislike for the number 13. For example, the Chinese have no aversion to the number 13 because its literal meaning is "alive". Their taboo number, however, is four, because it sounds like the word for "dying" or "death".
Two conflicting calendars were in use during most of the early Christian era in Europe. The Church's official solar Julian Calendar (the one we use today) and the peasants unofficial lunar calendar. When the number 13 is examined in a little more depth, a strong pagan and even stronger female pattern emerges. Paganism centers around Mother Nature and, within that context, the moon is vital. The moon and female fertility are also closely connected. The connection is so strong in fact that it is generally believed calendar consciousness developed first in women, because the natural menstruation of their bodies correlated with the moons phases. The 13 lunar months gave 364 days per year (13 X 28) with one extra day to make up the solar calendar. Nursery rhymes, fairy tales, ballads, and other repositories of pagan tradition always describe the full annual solar cycle as a year and a day. Thus, the thirteen months of the fertility or lunar year led to the pagan reverence for the number 13 and probably led to the Christian dislike of it.
FRIDAY THE 13TH
So when Friday is combined with the 13th day of the month we have a double dose of pagan symbolism and female significance. Up until the Middle Ages when pagans continued to celebrate symbolic pagan days, Friday the 13th was thought to be especially lucky because it combined the goddess’s sacred day with her sacred number (drawn from the 13 months of the lunar year). As a result, Friday the 13th was a celebration and festival day for many Pagans.
While the New Testament rationale for the dislike of both Friday and the number thirteen is often used as the explanation for the bad karma associated with Friday the 13th, it is, in my opinion, a little superficial to create such a strong taboo. Especially when one takes into account the pre-Christian history of both Friday and the number 13. After all, the Last Supper was certainly not the only time Christ gathered with his disciples and there were always 13 of them. No one suggests these earlier events were unlucky. In fact, based on the historical view of thirteen at the time of Christ, all indications show 13 as a lucky number, and this probably played a role in determining how many disciples there should have been. The same goes for the New Testament rationale for the dislike of Fridays. The crucifixion of Christ is the foundation of Christianity. After all this holy day is called Good Friday and is celebrated as a positive day!
What seems to appear, after one reviews the history, is that the modern taboo of Friday and 13 (and especially the two together) is the result of the Christian manipulation of earlier Pagan beliefs.
This is far from the only pagan celebration day Christianity has changed. Both Christmas and Easter are old pagan holidays, where many of the pagans’ traditions continue to be practiced, only without the understanding of their true origins. But Friday the 13th is different from these other plagiarized holidays because the Christians turned what used to be a day of celebration of female strength and power into a day of fear and taboos.
In trying to understand why they would try to do such a thing, one has to keep in mind that for the first couple of hundred years after Christ and the birth of Christianity, Christians were forced to practice their religion in secret for fear of persecution. This may explain why they linked their Christian celebrations with pagan celebrations to avoid being discovered. Their inability to practice Christianity in public during this time probably resulted in their dislike of pagan religions, the dominant religions during the time of the Christian persecution. And in turn, this led to their persecution of pagan celebrations when Christianity became the dominant religion.
It is not surprising this took place. After all, most conquering nations try to destroy or change the customs of the conquered. We do, however, have to recognize it as inconsistent with the teachings of Christianity - where tolerance and "turning the other cheek" is encouraged. In actual practice, however, the Christians of the time realized they would be much more successful in suppressing some pagan celebrations if, instead of trying to eliminate the holiday, they focused their energy on changing the meaning behind the celebrations to coincide with Christianity. Other holidays, such as Friday the 13th, they suppressed by convincing people that unfortunate things would happen to them if they celebrated on those festival days.
We need to take the history of Friday and the number 13 into account and look at them afresh in order to see them in a more positive light. Australians have one interesting way of looking at this day. Australian lottery ticket sales go through the roof on Friday the 13th. Maybe they try to defy the odds by taking the bad luck jinx on, or maybe they realize things are rarely what they seem on the surface to be. Ideas, superstitions and cultural symbolism exist for numerous different reasons, but it is usually based on the evolution or manipulation of beliefs or customs pre-dating them. It is important for us to question the origin of these customs, to make an informed decision on whether we want to partake in the custom, challenge it, or just ignore it.
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With this information we can come to some conclusions. What we have had preached to us for thousands of years has been a lie. First of all we live on a planet of 'females' , that any who would want to come to this planet must do so through a female, even the gods must be born through a woman. That the stories told us, that even the bible tells us that 'male' was created first is an out right lie. In the bible it states that the Elohim (the family of Gods) created humankind, and called them ADAM, and this Adam was both male and female in one body, and that Elohim put this Adam to sleep and separated the male from the female AT THE SAME TIME and then Adam was called the male and Eve the mother of all living the female. This Elohim was Male and Female and it was by WISDOM 'the female aspect of the Elohim' that was creative principle that gave birth too, that created all that is in the material world. In the bible, Yahweh calls His people His wife, and His church His bride. It states in Genesis that man was told to leave his mother and father and cleave to his wife, the wife was not told to leave her parents. It was through the Mothers line that we are to trace our roots, for it was the Mothers that we knew we came from, and up to just recently the 'real' father was not a sure thing.
The 'penis' is for urination and propagation, whereas the clitoris is for PLEASURE ONLY, what we women have been told for eons, was that the clitoris comes from the penis, when science tells us that it is the other way around, that if it wasn't for hormones the penis would have stayed a clitoris! Because of these lies in these religions of Judism, Christianity and Islam, women have been held in bondage, veiled , and treated as a second rate creation and told that Man is in God's image and that women were created for the man and that she is in man's image and not our Creator, well that is a damn outright lie! Man and Woman were created in our Mother/Fathers image, and its time that women take the veils off, and the shackles and revel in the FACT that we are created in our Creators image! Well not until the end, but it was Elohim that spoke that we are in their image as if we already were this will happen in our future, we are now in the process of becoming..............
In the beginning it was Shekinah/Sophia the Wisdom of Elohim that created all that there is, for it was THROUGH WISDOM THAT THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH WERE CREATED............how awesome is that! We no longer have to accept what religions spur out their mouths. We can have direct access, and that is a good thing.
blessed be
shalom
I go to church sporadically - but I went today and came away with the intent to focus on the happiness not on myself and my tiny existence, but on God. It is hypothesized that the reason for the 1000% increase in depression since the 1950's is due in large part to the lack of our society's sense of a greater power, a Lord God Almighty, or something like that. I agree w/ this statement but I dare say the increase incidence of diagnosed depression is because the maker's of Prozac, Zoloft, Welbutrin, etc. make a pretty penny every time we get the blues and seek out a way to feel better. Whereas before, silent suffering was the norm, these days you tell a doctor you're feeling down or tired or anxious or anti-social or confused or any other transient mood and you can walk out with a prescription of your preferred chemical cocktail.
I'm not against anti-depressants, not at all. I don't buy into the "comfortably numb" notion that Americans are numbing themselves through medications. I think we enable ourselves to cope with life in many ways, medications just being one assure our neurotransmitters are up to the task of dealing with the challenges of life. Sure, a supportive network of friends and family can help with this regulation as well - but for us loners living states away, with self-induced pressures to be and perform in a certain way, with busy schedules that are hardly conducive to bonding with friends, and without a regular sex life - well, sometimes a little extra seratonin or dopamine in one's system can be just enough to keep us functional and, for lack of a better word, something close to happy.
Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yes, my quiet weekend. "Getting it all out, what's in my head." I'll be 29.5 in exactly 18 days. On the precipice of that age at which I used to think I'd be married, have a first kid. But I'm no either of those things. I've date more men in the last few years than I care to think about. Why can't I make a long-term relationship work? This is a big question for me as I'm relatively easy to get along with, reasonably attractive (my facebook friends rate me as #2 on the best body category), and I do fall in love with people. I also happen to enjoy sex and men, supposedly dig this type of girl. The last guy that broke up with me said I was "smart, kind, and very sexy" but he also said i was "righteous" (i think he meant self-righteous) and "didn't feel comfortable thinking about a relationship". I'll have to get back to you, my future readers, on what he meant by this - something about something that happened or that I did early on in our relationship (it involves another guy driving me to the airport instead of him. Extremely juvenile, if you ask me).
So, 29.5. I stand at the precipice - a strong, independent, attractive, athletic, smart single woman. I am blessed beyond measure. And all I want is a good, strong, smart, capable man to take me in his arms, adore me, and have a family with me. When I ask myself what I want, that's my only answer lately. A family. A man who loves me. Why? Because I feel that's what I've been put on earth to do - to raise a family, to love my children and my husband, to take care of them and to receive the joy that comes with giving and receiving love.
On my short bike ride home from yoga tonight, still sweaty, thinking of what to have for dinner, I passed by one of the small little houses that cost millions of dollars here in menlo park. I glanced through the bay window and saw, sitting around the dinner table, a family. A man, woman, and child - talking, eating. Nearly made me cry.
I've been crying more often lately, most regularly after yoga. It's the emotional release from all the hip-openers, somehow makes my emotions flow out of me. I cried in yoga class on wednesday during final shivasana. The song struck me as poignant and sad. It went like this: "Goodbye, my lover, goodbye my friend." There might have been a subtle, "Cause I can't make you love me" line in there, too. Whatever it was struck a chord and I had tears streaming down my face, but it was dark and it all blended in with my sweat so no one could see.
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers until after they give birth in the spring.
Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.
We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost. ;)
~ B
It took place in the Burbank Mall in california.. but.. when I was in it, it was not like its usual self, all bright and preppy, it was just dark and empty and when i looked outside from the windows it was normal, people walking bright happy day. I couldn't get out and no one could hear me. It is kinda scary how in reality the windows would just shatter if what i did really happened, i threw chairs, tables, i even threw a sign at the windows, nothing had worked. I was still trapped inside.
i heard a flutter of wings behind me and i saw my cockatoo but something was wrong about her, her feathers were all rotten, she smelled really, reallly bad and she was trying to fly away from me but she kept falling and falling but when i tried to get to her, my feet would get stuck to the tiles on the floor and i'd get red vision and my head hurt, my ears rang. She finally flew a bit but it looked like she had hit a solid invisible wall and she fell down the escalator shaft. the ground let go of me and i ran after her. the moment i got two steps down the escalator, the entire place went dark, i couldn't see down the shaft anymore and my bird was screaming and i couldn't go up or down because the darkness was devouring everything around me.
I tried to wake myself up, i knew i was dreaming but for some reason i couldn't wake up. after the darkness overwhelmed me i found myself in las vegas (wtf) but it was dark and empty, cars were in the streets but they weren't moving and no one was around but only one area was bright, i think it was luxor, so i ran towards that huge black pyramid, i knew i got tricked because once i was in the lobby everything went dark inside and the outside went back to normal again, cars came and went, people were walking around, etc.
I turned around to see if i could use anything (again ) but nothing was there just a small arrea that was lit up by the outside,again, I was trapped inside. i went towards the edge of the light and my brother somehow appeared behind me, he said my name, i turned around, i couldn't see his face or any features of him because the light was behind him, he was kinda glowing because of that. I went to run at him but something grabbed my legs and i fell over, i felt my chin hit the ground and my teeth clacked, and i was dragged back into the darkness, i couldn't even scream because some of my teeth broke and flew back into my throat (WTF?!) i was choking somehow. the darkness behind me was screaming,snapping, moaning, groaning, scratching, clacking, slashing, i even heard a cat. it was a mixture of sounds that was so scary i can't fully explain it.
My brother seemed to drift farther and farther away from me each time i blinked as I was being dragged back, i finally managed a bloody gurgley scream and he kinda warped right in front of me, grabbed me by the sides of my head. I couldn't pull away. He was so close and I still couldn't see his face, he was mumbling something, something like "Its so pretty down here. Where are you Teni?! Where are you?!" He became frantic but it sounded like his voice was getting cut off by static.
I felt something in my back crackle and instantly my legs went numb. A grey haze covered my vision and i felt nausious, oh god my back broke. My brother held me up by the head and started squeezing my eyes in with his thumbs, i felt my left eye pop out but i can't describe that feeling.. its like a pressure on your eye, a sharp pain, then nothing. When my eye came out, he stopped pushing his thumbs into my eyes, I saw his face clearly but it kept warping, his eyes were black, like he gouged them out, I cried at this, his eyes are normally pretty blue-green and crystalish, I was missing an eye and I was more worried about his. His long black hair kinda moved to the side, I realized he cut his ears off, I screamed at this too, he held my head still, almost tenderly.
I screamed and I screamed and his head would kinda bob sadistically left to right, down then up, he'd smile and frown, some how scream. He kinda bent down a bit, I could see the light behind him as before and with my good eye, I saw someone familiar, but it made my heart sink. It was me, the me.. that I used to see as a male in my nightmares, the one that would hunt me down and kill me.
'He' approached my brother from behind and with one fluid motion, gracefully wrapped 'his' arms around my brother, reached up, stuck 'his' fingers into his mouth with one hand, the other covered my brother's eyes and nose and 'he' jerked 'his' other hand, and with a sick POP my brother's jaw broke off with one clean tug. My brother still held my head in his hands, I couldn't move. The male version of me lifted 'his' hands up as if 'he' was praising a god, and i noticed the blood and darkness on the floor was starting to crawl towards 'him'. 'He' laughed once, dropped my brother's jaw, brought 'his' hands down, pulled a pack of cigarrettes out of 'his' pocket, lit one and walked away, towards the light of the doors and as 'he' did, the darkness overwhelmed me again.
I was thankful i woke up after that because, really, my heart was about to explode out of my eyes from the stress i was feeling. strangely enough, this morning, my brother, had come home and what really, realllly freaking bothered me was when I saw him, there was a huge gash over his left eye. He said he got the gash from an open kitchen cabnet he failed to notice. i really really don't know what to think about it (the nightmare), and i did feel rather sickly about it and i haven't told him about it yet and I can't seem to look him in the eyes. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. The mind is a scary, scary, wonderful thing.
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