Lycanthropy cures Yoga

For those to whom Lycanthropy is preferable to tying one's spine in a knot, here is a Russian charm to invoke the moon goddess and become a werewolf.

It may also (who knows?) work for shamen, poets, dreamers and nutters who want to send old style magic to our local lupines, made extinct long ago though their voices can still be heard over the wilds of the island...

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P.S. To those who wonder if I am going to write any sense at all this week, I say; 'Owooowooowooooowooooow.'

P.P.S. Do not copy my evil example above. Apparently, wolves in human infested areas copy the noises made by new age wannabees and don't learn how to howl in proper wolfish fashion. Besides. Human howls just sound naff.

Meditation and pointless stuff

It would be a misnomer to say I went into a deep meditation this evening; more like a dream/contemplation thing, very short and intense. The stuff following is unlikely to be of interest to anyone other than myself (I never say a thing is dull if it isn't; be warned) and yet it's where my mind took me, so I want to keep a record.

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The thing that overwhelms me is the sheer scale of my ignorance. And what I have recorded here is by no means true meditation. In meditation, one empties the mind and is still. In my head, everything is chatter chatter chatter, and where is the comprehension?

Oh what a rogue and peasant slave am I!