Yesterday was a great day to be on the water. Not too many stupid people out so we were able to work comfortably. One interesting note though, and I am researching the significance.  At about 8 in the morning there were 13 snowy Egrets as well a a great blue heron not far from me. Also before I even got out I was pumping the water out of my skiff when a mute swan came up to me. He was six inches from my face. Looked at me and the bilge pump hose then back to me as if to ask for something to eat. I didn't have anything for her, but told her the hose was not food. She insisted on taking a taste though. Then she swam away. I love nature and the birds that come into my life. Anyone want to chime in their  thoughts I would love to hear them. I will catch up to you guys later.

Yesterday I was slapped by the Gods and Dragons. I shall elaborate on this. While driving down to my boat for work yesterday morning I had seen something in the River that I know was not there before. The Tide was just turning to go out. I know this because I look to see what I will be dealing with when I get to the Boat. Well on Friday I had bought a book on Dancing With Dragons and my Girlfriend Bast72 had bought me a really nice Dragon Ring. I know that Dragons will make themselves known to those that are worthy. I was wearing this ring while going to work. I happened to look out and saw something that made me wonder. Running across the river in a curving s pattern was two sets of plate like fins about eight to ten feet apart These fins were spaced about every three feet, and had a total length of about one hundred to one hundred fifty feel in length. I would liken the fins to be simular to the fins on the back of a stegosaurus. They came out of the shoreline. I know this was not ducks, as they usually do not swim in a formation this precise. Well the slap was that when I went to get on the boat I took off the ring not wanting to damage it. I had a lower than average day in my catch. Today I wore the ring and had a better than average day, and I was not exhausted at the end of the day. Do I believe I had seen a Dragon yesterday morning? Absolutly. I am a firm believer that I had seen one of the Guardian Dragons. Anyone wish to debate this or comment?

I can not say exactly when my path journey began. Pagan/non-christian life had been a part of me almost from the begining of memories. As a child of about three or four I remember my mother and father belonging to the Ba-hi faith. I believe it to be a neo-budhist/christian based religion, however I am not really sure.When mother and father divorced at age five there were no more visits to the compound. Both my Aunts and cousins were practicing witches and we had accepted this. I am told that my grandmother was also a practicing witch, though I have no proof of this. Probably three or four years passed with my mother playing with divination, and setteling into a christian based religion. It was a few months after my ninth birthday I began having re-occuring dreams of a death in my family. This would cause me to not want to sleep, or wake up so scared I could not go back to sleep. I knew that the spirit of my Uncle and grandmother were always with us, But what did the dreams really mean? In January 1977 I found the meaning of those dreams as the sureal scene unfolded before me and I watched helplessly beside my mother as she took her last breath before the water carried her away. I know now that is was through the Goddess and Gods that I was ably to walk upright out of the water current that was flowong over one hundred miles per hour, when I called out for strength. This happened on a night that the moon was dark, but yet when I called for light there was only on the path I needed to tred. Many years passed with me wandering in the dark. Trying different factions of Christian religion. None of them fulfilling. Then one day I began seeking out my extended family. I found one Aunt and a cousin. Through them I found the Aunt I really needed to talk to and find answerd. I had begun my journey into the Pagan life and turned to her for guidance ahd help. We talked via the phone for the better part of an hour before agreeing to talk again in a few days. Exactly a day and a half later I recieved a phone call from a cousin saying my Aunt hads passed away. I was wracked with grief. After all these years of searching I had finally found her and now she was gone. My guide had passed to the summerlands, or so I had thought. I made arangements to go to the funeral with my cousin, aunt and uncle. Before we went I was informed this would be a celtic/native american burial ritual. Whats that I asked. I was informed that the women of the family would wash and cloth the naked body of my aunt, and then we would all come together and place objects for her to take into the afterlife. As I said I was new to this and did not really know what to give my aunt. I wrote out a runic inscription for peace and protection for her journey. When I placed it upon her breast I felt her energy flow up my hand. I stood there for I do not know how long as she flowed through me going in one hand and out the other. I am positive that to this day a part of her remains with me even still. The cerimony ended with all from the family wrapping and binding the body for cremation and watching her travel into the chamber. Thus began my real journey into pagan life and dedication of myself to the ancient life of my fore-fathers