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(backdated from the yin-yang journal)
Mar. 29th, 1999 12:00 amEarly. I was out watching the aurora with a girl named Sara(h) who's learning (or discovering) a talent for bullshitting.
Religiously, I'd be a mutt. I was bred from a Quaker and a Protestant of some sort. I've borrowed things from Wicca (the main part of my religion, actually) with a helping of other neopagan sects, ones influenced by Eastern religion. You can hear some of the Catholic overtones when I get into a Situation, for that's when I request aid from "Lady Maria, holy Mother of God" or some similar name. Top that off with Joshian beliefs for shock value... we have an interesting time.
Let's see if I can do this chastity thing. In order to further my search for the return of my beloved, any satisfaction I get is just going to have to be instigated with the mind only, dreamed, involuntary, or from him. Examples: 1. Memories of Shawn; Mulder/Scully Romance. 2. Shawn crawls through my window and screws me senseless; Asa realizes I have a crush on him and acts; Joshling visits Fairbanks and stays with me. 3. Asa hugs me and hits a sensitive spot; Shawn touches me ANYWHERE with that look in his eyes. 4. Something goes wrong with Shawn & Christel and Shawn comes back to me; something goes right with Shawn & Christel & I'm invited to share with them.
To clarify things, let's set the record straight. Author of this book, the shadowed volume, is myself: Shadow Rose, Silence Shadow, Joan Laurel *, Laurel Ann Weaver. I'm at the time of this writing upwards of 18½ years of age, coming upon my 19th birthday in less than 3 months -- more like 2m & 1 week. I'm a June baby, Gemini, and very much of the dual nature. Bisexual, multiple-personalitied, and probably manic-depressive too. My main self is the Joanie set; much secondary and out of the way save for the height of the manic & depth of depressive, is Shanna. Shanna the flamboyant, Shanna of the dark brown and very curly hair, a small woman with a deep sensual voice. Shanna of the rude, lewd, crude, and otherwise inappropriate comments elbowed into the side of my mind & laughed at; Shanna who consoles the broken heart and sounds the alarms as Joanie lies broken and weeping on the bed. Needless to say, Shanna's the elder spirit, though younger of elapsed.
We're a witch. We don't do curses and we don't often do work for others. We comfort, advise, protect, give nudges to Fate, and try to promote happiness.
Joanie wears black often, at least in this mood. Favorite colors: black, smoke-blue, rose-pink, amythyst purple, copper sulfate blue, emerald green, and that general family of colors. We have also been named Mona (the shy and needy), and Laughing Hawk (the fierce and occasionally Vulcan).
Religiously, I'd be a mutt. I was bred from a Quaker and a Protestant of some sort. I've borrowed things from Wicca (the main part of my religion, actually) with a helping of other neopagan sects, ones influenced by Eastern religion. You can hear some of the Catholic overtones when I get into a Situation, for that's when I request aid from "Lady Maria, holy Mother of God" or some similar name. Top that off with Joshian beliefs for shock value... we have an interesting time.
Let's see if I can do this chastity thing. In order to further my search for the return of my beloved, any satisfaction I get is just going to have to be instigated with the mind only, dreamed, involuntary, or from him. Examples: 1. Memories of Shawn; Mulder/Scully Romance. 2. Shawn crawls through my window and screws me senseless; Asa realizes I have a crush on him and acts; Joshling visits Fairbanks and stays with me. 3. Asa hugs me and hits a sensitive spot; Shawn touches me ANYWHERE with that look in his eyes. 4. Something goes wrong with Shawn & Christel and Shawn comes back to me; something goes right with Shawn & Christel & I'm invited to share with them.
To clarify things, let's set the record straight. Author of this book, the shadowed volume, is myself: Shadow Rose, Silence Shadow, Joan Laurel *, Laurel Ann Weaver. I'm at the time of this writing upwards of 18½ years of age, coming upon my 19th birthday in less than 3 months -- more like 2m & 1 week. I'm a June baby, Gemini, and very much of the dual nature. Bisexual, multiple-personalitied, and probably manic-depressive too. My main self is the Joanie set; much secondary and out of the way save for the height of the manic & depth of depressive, is Shanna. Shanna the flamboyant, Shanna of the dark brown and very curly hair, a small woman with a deep sensual voice. Shanna of the rude, lewd, crude, and otherwise inappropriate comments elbowed into the side of my mind & laughed at; Shanna who consoles the broken heart and sounds the alarms as Joanie lies broken and weeping on the bed. Needless to say, Shanna's the elder spirit, though younger of elapsed.
We're a witch. We don't do curses and we don't often do work for others. We comfort, advise, protect, give nudges to Fate, and try to promote happiness.
Joanie wears black often, at least in this mood. Favorite colors: black, smoke-blue, rose-pink, amythyst purple, copper sulfate blue, emerald green, and that general family of colors. We have also been named Mona (the shy and needy), and Laughing Hawk (the fierce and occasionally Vulcan).
