So, I can't get my 360 blog to link to this one.  Instead I will paste some pertinant entries here to start with.

June 18, 06

Just moved to Florida after sepparating from my wife. No hope or desire for reconciliation. So I'm single again. Looking to meet new people down here and recover from the whole mess of a marriage. I've been fond of Florida since I was down in '84. I've lived in Pittsburgh for the last few years and hated it. I missed the Ocean as I once lived in Maine. I am restarting my Spiritual life. It fell by the wayside durring the end of my marriage. Dissatisfaction is not conducive to higher pursuits. I'll miss the few friends that I made in Western PA. Oddly enough none of them were native to the area. Though the wife is. Hmmmm that was probably a portent... A bit of advice to any who care to listen; DO NOT QUESTION YOUR INSTINCTS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP! NO MATTER HOW LONELY YOU ARE! If they say to run, then friggin' RUN!

Enough negative shit. I am happy to be in Florida. Eager to start over and get on my feet. Have been here a week and aint been to the Gulf yet. I am eager to do so.

I'm settled into the little two room I live in on my Aunt Shirlene's land. Am wishing I had not left a box of my treasured Lovecraft stuff at Liz's as it was thrown out. Damn, damn, damn!!! I share my little space with two cats, does this make me a crazy old cat person? We have satalite but changing the channel involves a walk into the main house. Inconvenient but at least I've got television.

Last weekend I took care of my Aunt's dogs so she could have a night away. There are four great danes, a yappy-ass terrier, and a lab. The buggers get up between 4:00 and 5:30 in th' AM! I am definantly NOT a morning person but I just went back to bed after they ate.

I still have not gotten to the Gulf. I have a certain ring to throw in as a finality for some emotional closure. Hell, I juust want to get to the ocean. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's a gulf not th' ocean but it's much the same to me, with the salt water and a tide and all. I felt closed in by the steep hills in western PA. I felt cut off and land locked. It's a relief just knowing that the Deep is so close.

Kept seeing signs that this move would happen. Books I picked up were set here in Florida. Shows I like a lot are set here. I saw an odd amount of Florida licence plates up in PA. Even in th' winter. And the constant dreams of moving to places I considered home. West Pa was never home to me. Here I feel at home.

July 12, 06

Bean gettin' edgey just hanging around the "ranch". Last night Shirlene said I could use her bike so today I filled the tires cleaned it up, and took it over to a nearby strip mall(there's lots o' those down here.) Like an idiot I left without eating so I was in sad shape by the time I got there. I did take water at least, and headed right to the Chik fil-A for a bite and water refill. It was hot on the way over but the bike ride made a sufficient breeze and kept me cool enough. The trip took about a half hour. Cthulhu, I'm out of shape! At my age exercise should be taken seriously. I aint gonna improve from this point on. Not with out gettin' off my ass once in a damn while.

I picked up a couple of votive candles for my alter and a Payday to suppliment the sandwitch. Checked out the local theater too. It's a first run cinima so the movies aren't from months ago. (as if I've had the money for movies these last months.) Hell, I'm used to free movies from the part time jobs I've had at theaters for the last 10 or so years. Used to free soda too.

Well, it took me longer to get home as I was tierd as hell-and a-half and a nice storm came in about a third of the way here. I stoped at the local school complex to get out o' th' downpoor for a bit and made a break when the rain and wind died off a bit. I say school "complex" as it is a huge facility housing all of the grades from kindergarten up through senior high. It's got an air force R.O.T.C. building too. I was more concerned with the shelter over the entry way to the adult education center. Oh, yeah, it has one of those too apparently. Friggin' huge.

When I got back i I was wetter than a...(insert lewd eufamism here). After dropping my bag inside I headerd over to the pool with it's occasional palid tadpole corpse (Ewwwww!) and steped in. It was warmer than the air and floating about was a relief to my achin'-ass limbs. Have to admit to a bit o' skinny dippin'. Who's gonna see me out in the boondocks here? Of course the dumb thing might be the fact that the Tampa bay area is the lightning capitol of the world. The world not the country. It was still drizzling a bit and the delicate sound of thunder drifted in from the distance. (Notice the Pink Floyd reference.) To those of you who got to th' skinny dippin' part and hoped for a Hustler confessional thing, you're sick! My skinney ass aint nothin to see and I aint perverted enough to put kinky shit on a public blog. (Did I mention I've been in a three-way? Oops, that slipped.) Alright, enough goofin around and enough o' this blog today. Aint nothin' else to write about anyway.

Aug 6, 06

"The man-dragon" is how Hanibal Lector described this work by Robert Blake. To Dollarhyde it was a symbol of self-transformation. That is what I am working on in earnest now. I have begun using Bill Whitcomb's book The Magician's Reflection as a textbook to relearn and sharpen my Magycahl knowledge and abilities. Got me a notebook for this that was formerly for working on my marriage. I obviously don't need it for that any more! (Someone should tell Liz that it takes BOTH people to make a relationship work! Oops, still a little bitter.) I am also studying my Goddess, Hekate, in some depth and looking a lot closer at Voodo. Sounds like a lot, eh? Well, I am treating the whole load like colledge with time set aside for "classes". Nights are for work in The Reflection. Mornings I study Hekate. Some where in there I am adding Voodo. This is all part of rebuilding myself from the ground up. I feel that NeoPaganism has too many holes in it and I am going to the roots of genuinely Old Spiritualities for knowledge.

Sept 10, 06

On this day in 1987 I went into Boot Camp, where I got pneumonia and found out I just aint the military type. On this day in 1988 my home in Philladelphia burned due to a wiring problem. On this day in 1990 She broke up with me. I don't like this day. Bad shit happens on or around this time way too often. 'Course there are a lot of people who hate tomorow a hell of a lot more.........I merely have a dentist appointment to have a tooth pulled.

The folks came in to check their mail yesterday and told me that they are moving back to Carnegie within a month. Dad is a minister and his church down here (he is an acosiate pastor) has asked him to leave. He had told them he was leaving in January anyway. It is Sunday and they are out back at their shed packing. I guess they're not even attending his church anymore. If he had any sence he would have left the ministry back in '81 when he had some problems, shall we say, up in Maine. I probably would have found Paganism a lot sooner and been the happier for it years earlier.

Oct 3, 06

Spent some time at Pine Island beach today. Waded out and pitched my wedding ring at last. I did a handparting alone a while ago, burning the paper from my Handfasting candle and a picture of the ex, her brat and I. Left the ashes in the Gulf too today.

There were two dolphins in the swimming area. They scared the crap out of a woman that they were within 5ive or so feet of. I'd have jumped too. The first thing that comes to mind when you see a big critter in the water aint Flipper. 'Specially if it has a prominant dorsal fin.

Ol' Dad and his sister have really had a falling out. He has been sarcastic to me in e-mails too. Hence the entry the other day. Gods, I really don't understand why people have to be that way. No wonder I barely keep company. Oh sure I would like more than I've had (so far) here, but too much of other people.......no thanks. High school attitudes never seem to end. They get nastier in most folks if you ask me. I have talked, only slightly jokingly, about living in a cabin in the woods alone and away from people for years. Ah, some wishes do come true! As for "be careful what you wish for", I rather perfer isolation to people's bullshit most of the time.

Oct 30, 06

Finaly got out and met some folks!!!! A yahoo Group I am a member of is for local Pagans and had a Halloween get together. The next day one of the group came over and we hung out for several hours talking. Today I am supposed to go South to meet a fellow gamer and get Call of Cthulhu characters rolled up for a new campaign!! Looks like the hermetic period ( that followed the exile period of Pittsburgh ) is over. Hee Hee!!!

Jan 29, 07

The easiest way for an Entity to contact one is often through their dreams. This is common in Greek Necromancy, in fact.  It is termed Incubation.  I have an interest in evoking a Gorgon via the method used since the Dark Ages, i.e. a Thaumaturgic Triangle. Did I mention that the Gorgons are monsters? Should I need to? They are not hot women that one can bang so long as one keeps their eyes closed. Despite the way Brom and Royo may depict them. They could represent temptation of the wrong kind of women. I.e . "doctor, I have what?" or "Bitch took my money before I woke up" or most accurately " I married a real tyrant!" But this association is a slight and rare one at best. Did I mention that the Gorgons are monsters? Oh yeah, I did.
So the point of all this is; My dream was whacked, dog. Word. (Alright white boy, stop with the humour.) All that I can remember was the door to the shack pulled open by a tremendous wind. A rushing and silently howling Presence filled the Shack without the physical disturbance of a wind. There were two distinct Personallities, both aggressive, but one much more so. The more aggressive Entity would best be described as angry. Furious would be a good way to describe Her were the Furies not altogether seperate Beings. The other Spirit was a bit older and meerly watched Her sister's rage. I say this figuratavely as one could not see the beings, only sense them. I knew myself to be in the presence of Euryale and Medusa. Medusa has a temper that puts any figurative PMS myth (?) to shame. Their extreemly powerful presence was, pardon the semblance of a pun here, petrifying. I'm talkin' terror. I woke and knew that the two had just left. The cats were silent as emptiness. I could feel the lingering influence of the Gorgons in the air. I have yet to annalyze the full meaning of the evening but I have a few ideas that I will post at a later date. I am off to Libate to the Gorgons.