Actual 'pagans' knowing what the light used to be ...for..
bleeding knees or blisters...
(i guess that was 'banter' too far " i pull off and eat my ticks knowing my blood is the best.." )
All the problem ever was, was - past tense, only about the lasterregion, where all the 'pagan' palaver began, about twenty years ago - no sane countryman bothered with all that voodoo being rather too busy pondering work-life balance, the winters being a tad out of it...
And the summers for life, but a bit more work than in the winter.
Anyway yes how wonderful to have encountered two years ago the wiser student of actual, unknowable, history, bantering with him " god theyre all off with the selkies..."
" when the bourgeois neurotics of the Roman town-based power-base arrived on these shores they merely called them pagan to differentiate the sophisticated tech-savvy towny, from the silly smiling country bumpkins who they couldnt imagine why on earth they may be smiling; toiling in the fields... all earthy and bloody....and sweaty.... and all that banter... they just called anyone who wasn't a towny who may moan at their sweat and bloody bits.. a pagan, that's all, and themselves the cives, relative to the pagans...."
Anyway that's not important all that's important is yes one good mind and her 'heritage' story, heard in the last place in the world one could conceivably find good intellect: " we know nothing.... the little polished stones as ancient grave goods may just as much have been the pocket goodies of someone with what now would be called OCD a lifetime rubbing them together as those around her with all the selkie nonsense just stressed her out .... we have no idea of what was in the minds of those several thousand years ago..."
" and even two hundred years ago let me tell you the stories imagined of the lost gardens i inhabited - propper lost, wonderfully reclaimed by nature... ruin and rot the best things for it, what it IS! when a few hundred years back it was some fancy bigjob... i never usually tell anyone but Byron spent his last summer in the UK there chasing the lasses... horrid man, i am a one woman man, but there you go his female biographer did kindof blame it on his mum a bit of a sugar addicted proto- Bovary....."
Of no interest to me whatsoever...
I just find it fascinating how over twenty years the cives, invading, all seemed to have only one real objective, to get their slot on 4chan...
rather than actually do any 'saving' of the environment they all said was why they were there..
there
Here doesn't exist for me... never did.
But it's very funny how i was sirenned down here...
A need for 'real' men, and then when you are were there...
they second sight, something else, you had learned to laugh at years ago... as the actual pagans know that "there's nowt as queer as folk.." indeed knew that when old man Ralph was using my little bit of his heritage, fifty years ago, and anyone who thinks they know science or nature, never mind supernature, is lying ....
