Phoning It In

When you’re a professional writer, such as myself (it’s sarcasm people!), you sometimes use a literary device known in the trade as “phoning it in”. This is when what the writer does sends out the message of not caring about the result or of applying a minimal effort. Sure, it may seems as if I “phoned” this one in, but what was I to do when two highly entertaining videos fall into my lap?

“10 Minute Zombie Survival Lesson”
In school most of us had to do a public speaking project where you instruct the class on how to do something. Me? I taught my class how to make characters for the roleplaying game “Vampire: The Masquerade”. In the case of Julia Casey, she picked an even more bad ass topic; how to survive the inevitable zombie attack. Yes, this is a lesson in zombie survival, presented as part of an Instructional Skills course in Library Science at the University of British Columbia.

My favorite part is when the class breaks up into groups and the camera pans around the room showing students seriously discussing how to survive a zombie attack. I call this video a slow burn, it’s not insanely laugh out loud funny, instead the perfectly matter of fact presentation makes it more amusing the longer the lesson is given.

“Ghost Busters (1954) Trailer”
The other one is from the time my husband spends on the “Hero Boards”. Someone posted this video on there. I fell in love with it at first sight. Whoiseyevan asks, “What if Ghostbusters, the movie, was shot in 1954 instead of 1984?”

I don’t plan on making it a habit of just sharing some videos and calling it an “article”, but these two came to my attention at the same time and I just couldn’t resist sharing!

The Wiccan Rede Project: Beverly Wilkes

The Rede
By Beverly Wilkes

When I received the email from Rebecca about the Wiccan Rede, it gave me a wonderful moment of nostalgia. I first learned about the Wiccan faith from some new friends in college one early fall night while we were hanging out at a bonfire by the river. I had never heard of it and asked a lot of questions trying to figure it all out with my limited knowledge of Christianity as my guide to compare. When William recited the Rede it was like a priest reading from the bible. He told me of the first witches and of magic. He was my mentor in many things and the leader of my coven.

What drew me to Wicca and why I keep these traditions is a complicated thing. I guess the clearest way to explain it is that Wicca completed me. I had gone to church with my parents and learned of the bible because my parents told me to. I never felt like any of it made sense. I felt like the religion was from a book. How could a book with its finite pages teach me about how to be a good person? Wicca is different. It doesn’t tell you how to be but rather helps you be.

“An it harm none, do as ye will.” A simple phrase that says so much. To be a good person, to be a happy person, just do what you want as long as it doesn’t harm you or anyone else. Once I accepted the idea that I did not have to please everyone around me, the world became a wonderful, beautiful place again. My sister has commented that she envies my ability to not care what others think of me. Others have asked me how I can do things like not wear makeup or how I can express myself the way I do without worrying what others may think. I say simply that no one is responsible for your happiness in this life but you.

Whether you believe in The Lord and Lady, or Buddha, or God, or any of the other thousands of possible deities that this world has known through the centuries, you have to decide how to interpret what they offer and act accordingly. For me, following a solitary path, The Lord and Lady are symbols of life’s cycle. They represent the seasons and the spirituality of man in a way that none of the other religions, at least those I know of, do. They make more sense to me and fill a place that I never knew was empty until I heard the Rede.

For a long time, I had not practiced, I had basically laxed in my faith. After I left my coven to move to West Virginia I continued for a time but eventually stopped unsure of myself and my belief. Then after moving again this time to New York I did not even keep an altar. A few years ago William, my mentor passed and I even began to question whether I had made the right choice. Recently, on the night of Samhain, I decided to renew my faith and once again honor the Lord and Lady. I had been thinking about the Sabbats and what they mean in relation to my life when of all things one of my cats, Min Yen, showed me my path. She was rooting around in a bookshelf, somewhere she is not supposed to be, and when I fussed at her she jumped down, knocking down a book on the way. A book that William gave me. “Eight Sabbats of Witches” by Janet and Stewart Farrar is a wonderful book and tool for any Wicca and I found myself reading it again within moments. Adding to that a recent gift of a tarot deck I found myself preparing for the ritual of the third and final harvest of the year and remembering my cherished loved ones who had passed. My faith was restored and I find myself writing this chaotic but hopefully helpful story for Rebecca’s readers. That said, blessed be to all.

About the Author:
My name is Beverly Wilkes. I hail from Glens Falls, New York. I’m a thirty-something with two kids who walk on all fours, are fuzzy, and don’t talk very well. I am currently obsessed with Facebook, and can be found there under same name and I have written/may write more fan fiction for “Supernatural” on the website under the pen name Almost Heaven.