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I’m not really good at telling or pulling jokes…

but in honor of the day, I thought I would dust off one of my old posts about a character who is a real trickster. I’m sure he’s having a blast today. 

Enjoy.

~ Ocean

I’d like to share with my readers a conversation I had many moons ago with a friend of mine. We were discussing the various characters of different mythologies, as well as deities from different pantheons, and trying to imagine what kind of “commandments” they might establish, if given the chance. This friend happens to have a thing for that trickster known as Coyote, and imagining a set of “Coyote Commandments” left us both laughing!

Now it’s important to understand that Coyote is indeed a trickster ~ and he’s known as such in many Native American tales and legends. His personality strengths are humor and cleverness, while his weaknesses tend to be greed, recklessness, and jealousy. He is also known for his… well, to put it bluntly – interest in sex (not that there’s anything wrong with sex!)

But in spite of it all, you just can’t help liking Coyote…he can be a rather amusing character, after all. There is a certain wisdom to his ways, and at times he can even be helpful and genuinely heroic.

But anyway, this friend of mine – perhaps after having a little conversation with Coyote – emailed me with this list of commandments. Whether he had to climb a mountain somewhere to get them, I dunno (more likely he just surfed the internet and came across them that way)… but in any case, they certainly are interesting.

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Why Coyote Doesn’t Give

Commandments.

A friend of mine was talking the other day about God talking to Moses on the mountain, and handing down the commandments, and everything. Which led to the point that my patron deity doesn’t really do commandments.

“Well, why not?” was asked.

“Um. Can you see Coyote giving commandments?” I replied.

…but of course, the damage was done, and I had to think about this now. Because that would be the way that my brain works, whether I want it to or not. Stupid brain. And now, after several days of thinking about it, I give you…

The Commandments of Coyote:

I. Thou Shalt Have As Many Gods and Spirits and Personal Trainers and Gurus As You Like Before Me, But You Shalt Not Let Them Block the Exits, and More, You Shall Not Permit Them To Take the Last Beer, For That Beer Is Mine. Seriously. Don’t.

II. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s Wife, But Thou Art Totally Welcome To Admire Her Ass When She Walks By, and If It Happens To Come Out That They Are In An Open Relationship, Dude, Tap That Ass As Much As They Are Willing To Allow. Same Goes For the Ladies. Coveting Is Sort Of Stupid, But Sex Is Just Plain Fun, Unless Thou Art Doing It Entirely Wrong.

III. If Thy Neighbor Says ‘Hands Off My Wife, Dude’, Thou Shalt Listen and Back Off, Because Otherwise, Thy Neighbor Will Be Totally Justified In Hitting You About the Head and Shoulders With Gardening Tools, and Don’t Think That I’m Going To Step In There and Stop Him.

IV. Adultery Is Actually Pretty Fun. Commit It All You Like. Just Make Sure Everyone Is Cool With It, Or I Will Not Help You Out Once the Hitting Gets Started.

V. Thou Shalt Not Eat Poisoned Bait. If You Do, Don’t Come Whining To Me About It, Because I Am Very Unlikely To Care. Once It Is In Your Mouth, It Is Your Problem, Not Mine.

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VI. Of Course Thou Shalt Kill. Carnivores Do That. Also, Swatting Mosquitoes, Sort Of Instinctive. But All Creatures Are Alive Before You Kill Them, and So Thou Shalt Respect Them In Their Lives and In Their Deaths. Thou Shalt Not Kill Without Reason. Thy Neighbor Tapping Thy Wife’s Ass? Is Not A Reason. Don’t Make Me Set A Plague Upon Thy Ass. Thou Wouldst Not Enjoy It, I Promise.

VII. Thou Shalt Not Hoard. Seriously, Here. If You Have Enough, Share. Only Assholes Would Be Selfish.

VIII. Thou Shalt Not Be A Martyr. If You Have One Beer, Drink It. Do Not Give It To Me and Then Expect Adoration. Dude, That Was Your Beer, I Did Not Break Your Arm To Get It. Give What You Can Give, and Expect Neither Praise Nor Worship. You Are Not Being Morally Superior, You Are Being A Decent Human Being. There Is A Difference.

IX. Assume This Is It. Maybe There Is Reincarnation; Maybe Not. Not Only Am I Not Saying, Please Consider the Fact That I Probably Get A Say In Whether You Come Back, and If You Are the Sort Of Person Who Doesn’t Do Anything With One Life, Why Should I Waste My Time Giving You Another One? Live Like You Get No Second Chances. You Will Have More Fun.

X. Are You Going To Eat That?




Note: I have had this in my files for a couple of years now, and it has circulated around on the internet for some time, and made its way onto a number of websites, message boards, listserves, and the like. I have no idea who originally wrote it, but I figured it would be good for a laugh or two!

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I was recently asked how I got my Pagan name of Ocean, so I’m dusting off this post from six years ago to share. Enjoy! 

I’ve been asked how I received my Pagan/Spiritual name of “Ocean.”

It actually all started when I was a student at Gallaudet College (now University) – a Liberal Arts college for deaf and hard of hearing students in Washington, DC.

My real name happens to be Virginia Beach – the person, not the place.

Virginia Beach

I grew up in the Midwest, so my name was never a big deal in my hometown, but when I arrived in Washington, DC it became a real conversation piece! Everyone got confused and thought I was FROM Virginia Beach…then after I would explain that my NAME is Virginia Beach, they all thought my parents must have had a really interesting sense of humor.

Actually, there was no humor involved – my mother always loved the name Virginia, and when she moved to Indiana as a teenager from her hometown of Saint Louis, the next door neighbors were a family named Beach. They had a son named James. Then one day the lady met the fellow…and the rest is history. They had a daughter, and named her Virginia. End of the story.

But back to Gallaudet…as you might know (if you stayed awake in geography class), Virginia Beach – the place – is located just a few hours south of Washington DC. A few hours east of DC on the Maryland shore is another popular tourist spot…Ocean City, where many of the students would go to party on the weekends.

It wasn’t long before my classmates were bumping into me on campus and teasingly asking “Hi, Virginia Beach…how’s the weather at Ocean City???”

I was a writer and copy editor for the college newspaper, called The Buff and Blue. One time, as a joke, my fellow editors decided to print a by-line to one of my stories:

by

Virginia Beach

(not as popular as Ocean City, but still passable)

As you can expect, that story got more comments for its by-line than its contents (which to this day, I can’t even remember…)

With no offense meant to any of my Deaf peers – whom I love and respect greatly (well…most of them, anyway!) – some of these jokesters were unable to pronounce “Ocean” easily, thus when they spoke it sounded more like “Osh” with a long O.

Thus, for a brief while during my college days, I was known as “Ocean City,” or Osh if you prefer.

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Although I first became interested in Paganism, Wicca and Witchcraft while still a student at Gallaudet, it wasn’t until after I left and moved back to the Midwest that I began studying The Craft in earnest. I decided to partake in a year and a day of serious study, which involved actually living at a spiritual sanctuary, where I was able to immerse myself in such studies 24 hours a day, seven days a week…working with various teachers, attending various workshops, and participating in various rituals.

At the end of a year and a day (the traditional duration of time for studying before being initiated or ordained), the tradition under which I was studying would hold a special ritual by which I would then be ordained as a High Priestess of the Craft (having been initiated two years earlier).

Although I had been studying and practicing Paganism for three years, I had always used my mundane name during all this time…or more accurately, my nickname – “Gin.” I had yet to take on a spiritual name. But now I was getting ready to be actually ordained as official Pagan clergy. Damnit, I wanted a Pagan name!

But try as hard as I could, I just couldn’t seem to come up with the right name. Ohhhhh…I tried. I would meditate for hours, waiting for the Spirits to club me on the head and tell me what my new name was to be. I would do tarot readings, trying in vain to gain some insight from the cards. I would drink chamomile tea and then go to bed, hoping to receive an answer in my dreams.

And I prayed. Ohhhhhh Goddess…how I prayed!

But alas…no luck.

Those 366 days went past pretty fast, and the day of my ordination rose bright and early on Midsummer morn. And I still was VirginiaBeachthepersonnottheplace… or “Gin” if you prefer. I was in a state of sheer panic – by what name was I going to announce myself to the Lady and Lord and take my vows? While having a spiritual name is not mandatory, I really, Really, REALLY wanted one!

The moment comes. I am brought forward before the altar to be announced to the Goddess and God. The High Priest asked me by what name did I wish to be known???

And at that very moment – without even thinking, without any planning whatsoever, I blurted it out…

“OCEAN”

Now where the hex did that come from???

But the minute I said it, it just felt right. It was as if the Spirits had been playing a little joke on me, withholding my name until the very last possible second, and then suddenly thrusting it out of my mouth and hands.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I could see all those Deafies back at Gallaudet hooting and cheering. Yeah, gang – you teased me mercilessly about my name all those times in that dang newspaper office, but now I got the final laugh!

On that Midsummer Day, in front of the Sacred Altar, I became Ocean. And I’ve been Ocean for nearly 29 years since.

Photo on 7-12-12 at 10.13 PM

And yes….some of my friends do call me Osh for short.

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It never fails, folks.

I tell people I am Deaf, and sooner or later someone will respond by asking if I can read lips.

Many people assume that I am a crack-shot lipreader.

Wellllll….yes and no.

I am a skilled lipreader. But even the best of us lipreaders can’t understand everything, and we will make mistakes.

Here’s a video that illustrates some of the problems of trying to understand lipreading. It’s one lipreader’s hilarious take on trying to comprehend a football game on television.

Although I do believe they will automatically come on when you click the video, do make sure that the captions are on…click the “cc” button at the bottom of the video and make sure it is set to English – NOT the autocaption!

Enjoy it folks…seriously, this IS what it looks like they are saying!

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Recently, one of my internet friends notified me about an interesting letter that is apparently making its way around the World Wide Web this holiday season. Unfortunately I had yet to see a copy of this mass e-mail – most likely because of the excellent spam filter I recently installed on my lap-top. However, I was able to convince one of my “puter pals” to forward it to me, and thus I was able to take a look at it for myself:

Dear Friends:

I am centuries old. I am known around the world, and by many different names – Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Papa Noel.

Recently my elves have begun telling me that there is no Virginia.. that there is nobody who still believes in me, or still believes in the special magick of Christmas. Even Mrs. Claus, who has always been a most steady and stalwart supporter of the concept of Virginia, has begun to have her doubts.

I figured the best way to find out was to do what the current tech-savvy world is doing these days – send out an email over the internet and see what sort of response I get.

So please tell me the truth: is there a Virginia?

Santa Claus

The North Pole


Hmmm…interesting inquiry indeed! I was curious to see what kind of responses one might get to such a question, so I sent out my own e-mail to some of my friends to see how they would answer.

I didn’t get a whole lot of responses, which in itself leaves me wondering a little. Has Virginia indeed disappeared? Do people no longer believe in her, or in what she represents? Has the magic truly gone out of Christmas and the holiday season? Is there no more love and laughter?

Maybe I’m just being a cynic. After all, people are busy with their own plans and schedules and whathaveyou. And this isn’t such a simple question with a simple answer. I’m sure many of them do believe. After all, I did get some responses, which does suggest there is still something (or someone) out there…

* “Yes Santa…there is a Virginia. And she is a true Goddess indeed!”

Ahhh… so Virginia is a goddess. Of course, this begs the question – Goddess of what?

Here’s another one:

* Dear Santa,

Yes indeed there is a Virginia, and I don’t mean the State.  How to describe Virginia….obviously this is a very complex question to address, as you well know being Santa course.

She is the one of the constellations in the night sky.  Not one of the more obvious ones; but one of the more mysterious ones…which despite a thousand lights around her continues to let her own light be seen, and somehow through cloud cover or calm seas, twilight and moonlight, manages to make herself known and be a guiding star to those who look for her.

True to the nature of many stars, she prevails through a chaos of storms which most of us can’t even conceive, and yet somehow still retains her position in the heavens.  Waxing and waning, she moves throughout our lives and yet it is always a joy to have her there either in full or in part.  That, Sir, is Virginia.

So Virginia is a constellation, a shining star, a silvery moon. Such a beautiful analogy. Obviously Virginia is quite meaningful to some of the folks who have met her. But I still can’t help wondering if she still exists down here on terra firma, surviving the daily drudgery of the real world.

Maybe this next response will help me locate her…

* Dear Santa;

Funny you should ask if there is a Virginia…Virginia often wonders if there is a you.

In the folk story of the little girl, people tell her that ‘Santa’ isn’t necessarily a person – he’s a symbol of kindness, love and the glory of being a part of this often brutal world.  Santa is an energy – a glow – a feeling that reminds us we are all connected to something greater than ourselves.

It’s not a coincidence that the state of Virginia is ‘…for lovers…’. Nor is it a coincidence that Virginia contains the word Virgin – a symbol of pure love and innocence.

Virginia isn’t a person. Virginia isn’t a place. Virginia is – for you – what Santa is for her. A reminder that you need to carry a message to those who have forgotten: Santa doesn’t belong to any one religion or people.

Santa doesn’t belong in picture books as a jolly fat man. He is the Green Man (it’s not a coincidence that Green and Red are the color of Christmas) and he is a tribute to the days of old when community supported each other to survive.  Even a ‘lump of coal’ meant much to those who needed fuel.

Help us, Santa. Don’t let yourself be used by those who would bastardize what you really mean.

Sooo…Virginia can’t be found at Macy’s, or purchased at Neiman-Marcus. Now I get it. Virginia isn’t a ”thing.” She’s a thought, a feeling, a concept. She’s a warm fuzzy.

But isn’t there a personification of Virginia? Can’t we embody all of those thoughts and feelings and concepts in a living being?

Wouldn’t the world indeed be dreary if there were no Virginias?

The above responses certainly imply that without the Virginias of the universe, we would definitely be missing something.

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