Hmm, okay so neither of my connecting flights, nor white limmo seem to have crashed as I am here to blog, and this it’s all good folks. Oh yeah. xD.

No, but seriously. I’m alright. We caught a rex flight to Sydney which took a mere fourty minutes and then an hour and a half flight from Sydney to Brisbane and after that we got picked up by a white limmo at the airport that brought us the half an hour ride to Sea World Resort. it’s happy! (…yeah still too much sammy even though I’ve barely spoken to her in three days or so.) Theres a spa and gardens, lots of shops and good food in the lobby. I have my annoying arse cousin here to annoy me as well as Lillabub, but it’s not too bad really. Well except for the fact I’ve been swimming too much and I hurt my muscles.

Yesterday we fed the dolphins, not terribly exciting really. You just threw a fish at them. It’s lucky they eat fish or they might have been offended, you know. I would have been offended if people threw raw fish and squid at me. but yeah, it sorta sucked. No swimming with the dolphins apparently, it was just a rather painful walk around the park early in the morning with a grand finalle of throwing fish.

We watched Night at the museum last night, it was good, hillarious actually. It has a whole host of commedians in it, so it would want to be funny, I suppose. The internet here sucks, my aunt didnt bring her laptop so I’m restricted to an internet uh.. stand? I have a photo, when I get home I’ll upload it. Its two dollars for 15 minutes, whichin Australian money isn’t *too* bad.

Oh, about the dolphins. I fed a girl, she was terribly pretty, her name is Stormy. I think Aunty Robyn fed Cyrus. Though, Aunty Robyn freaked a little over the fish. All paranoid we’d smell like it, the fish had been frozen anyways and smelt okay, for fish.

Sammy missed me this morning, I got on here before I went to sea world to talk to her but she was cleaning her room -.- can’t win. Hopefully she’s replied at the rpg, though.

We havent been doing much else really, but between sea world and running too and fro there isn’t honestly a lot to do really. Nor is there much time to do it, though they still make good banana splits here.

 So, who has missed me, eh?

Imiss you all *cuddles* I’m off to check the rpg now though. I can’t do both at once, it kinda only lets one window open at once. they need opera.

I got new sunnies (sunglasses) today for my holiday (see previous post) and I thought I’d show you while I was still home.

Sorry about the quality.

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So, in say…ten and a half hours I’ll be going to Parkes with my little sis and getting on a regional airline plane to fly to Sydney, at which point we’ll meet up with my Aunty Robyn, Cousin Margret and her son Lachlan. At 12 something we’re catching a flight to Brisbane and will be afterwards staying at Nara Resort at sea world for a few days, then staying at a sea side apartment building for the rest of the eight days I’ll be away. I’ll try to update here, so you can check back here. I’ll have Internet access the whole time as far as I can tell so it should be all good. I also get to swim with the dolphins.

Oh I haven’t seen the sea in so long, it shall be glorious.

To all my lovelies. I’ll BBS.

Now anyone who knows me should know I’m all for religious freedoms, so what I am about to say in a moment has NOTHING to do with the fact it’s to do with Islam, I wouldn’t even feel the need to state this at the start of the post, had religion not caused so much hate and trouble that people might misconstrue what I say just because I’m not part of that religion.

I’m alright with rituals, all religions have them. Mine has a ritual for nearly every event possible, so I’m actually rather fond of them. Animal sacrifice I have a few issues with, even if they do eat it/send it to be eaten. I’m watching a documentary on the pilgrimage to Mecca, the one Muslims take every year (I don’t mean they all take it every year. Talk about traffic congestion.) and they slaughter uh one sheep per person or a camel per seven people… not only is it extremely gross to watch a sheep get its throat slit but its a little disconcerting. The meat does go to poor countries to feed the poor, which is good, but it was a little cruel, they made us watch it drown in its own blood. Though I know slaughter houses are sometimes worse I still don’t fancy it much. Ah well, there are worse things then death…

I OFFICIALLY HAVE THE BEST WIFE EVER.

THAT IS ALL. COME AGAIN.

Today is remembrance day and in honour of that I present that which I do on such occasions, a minutes silence and this;

The Ode

The Ode comes from For the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and writer Laurence Binyon and was published in London in the Winnowing Fan; Poems of the Great War in 1914. The verse, which became the League Ode was already used in association with commemoration services in Australia in 1921.

FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Dad, why did they build the great wall of China?

Well… uhm.. you see it was in the year of emperor Nazi Gori… they built it too keep the rabbits out. Too many rabbits in China…

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On a side note I’ve decided this will be an ordinary blog because while I can talk about religion all day.. meh.

Anyone who knows me would know I’m of the opinion that everyone, every religion, every race etc can get along but just won’t. We all make mistakes, we all do stupid things, we all act like complete arses. Plain and simple.

I was looking at PaganNews.Com a moment ago and found this article by Laura. Now not to christian bash, because I believe this applies to all religions but people who do one thing and say another are far to common for my liking. It’s not right, it’s not fair. It’s one, big, fat lie.

Why don’t people get along? Well for starters ALL of us are too proud/stubborn/etc and ridicule a person at least once in life merely because of what they are or what they do or believe in. We may not do it all the time, but isn’t once bad enough?

I may not agree with a lot of people, but I’m not going to (usually) harrass them for the simple fact that I disagree. If I do or have, I am sorry.

I look at this world in the hope to see compassionate, loving, caring human beings but I don’t always look upon it and find such things. The world has turned into a company, proffessional, uncaring and out for personal gain.

Do you want to live like that?

I have come to a decision about what this blog can be usefully used for. As thus I have decided to make it a place for my learnings in religion.

Simply put I am a witch. Wiccan, not a devil worshipper by any standard. I neither believe or acknowlege him, he’s a christian/jewish/insert religion here problem and they can deal with him. ’nuff said.

And in the words of Margot Alder:

“We are not evil. We don’t harm or seduce people. We are not dangerous. We are ordinary people like you. We have families, jobs, hopes, and dreams. We are not a cult. This religion is not a joke. We are not what you think we are from looking at T.V. We are real. We laugh, we cry. We are serious. We have a sense of humor. You don’t have to be afraid of us. We don’t want to convert you. And please don’t try to convert us. Just give us the same right we give you–to live in peace. We are much more similar to you than you think.”

Please keep an open mind when exploring the pages and posts of this blog. I am not here to convert you, do me the same favor. I’m simply not interested and you would be wasting your time.

‘Silver Naidra’ is my craft or magical name it is a name that jumped out at me when I first came across it. Silver is a colour of the Goddess and Naidra is a word associated with water, which is the element that calls to me. If this does sound strange you may want to take a look around as a lot of what I’m explaining on here (though I make this site this as I learn) could at least answer the basics. However as I am a solitary witch, not associated with any coven I have no ‘lineage’ as it’s called. That would involve being trained and thus initiated into a coven. I am also not all knowing by any stardard nor am I incapable of mistakes. Wicca, as I see it is a path (as should be all spiritual faiths) which no one can decide by you. If it doesnt feel right, don’t do it. Pure and simple. Everything on this site is to do with my belief system and will not nessicarily work for you. Just find your own way. You’ll find your home eventually. I did, and the first time I called myself a witch it felt like the most beautiful thing in the world. I was home.

Oh and if anything seems back to front it’s because I’m from Australia. (Hence the blog’s name, “The Wiccan Witch of the South”)
Blessed be!