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Post by wren on Jan 17, 2007 0:21:38 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 17, 2007 0:28:38 GMT -5
Pounces the Gypsy! hahaha! Happy Happy Happy Birthday to you sweety! I loves ya lots and lots!!
You are Boris to my Natasha!!
The Mighty Thunderballs!!
My Gypsy! And, One of my closest friends!!
Lots of love, lots of light!
Kris
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Post by Senbecc on Jan 17, 2007 0:32:20 GMT -5
Breithlá sona duit Rowan, glad to have you posting he at mystics. Hope you have a good B-day and get lots n lots of cake  |
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Post by wren on Jan 17, 2007 0:37:44 GMT -5
Row, John steals birthday cake! Don't let him near it!
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 17, 2007 0:45:33 GMT -5
Oh, yeah, Rub My Belly!
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Post by Der Trommler on Jan 17, 2007 9:30:21 GMT -5
Happy birthday.....I don't steal cakes or rub bellies......Have a good one!
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Post by Marcus on Jan 17, 2007 13:42:24 GMT -5
Have a wonderful birthday! |
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Post by weebandrui on Jan 17, 2007 15:54:43 GMT -5
Hi, Row! Happy birthday!
(don't let John steal your cake!)
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 17, 2007 16:39:59 GMT -5
happy, happy birthday
were so glad you came!
happy, happy birthday
from the mystics gang!
sorry my years as a waitress still plaque me..
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 17, 2007 19:30:50 GMT -5
Now, remember, you must go and get drunked, and, then call me, and speak random latin phrases love...
haha! Loves Ya Row!
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 17, 2007 19:31:50 GMT -5
I wanted to do something special for you Row, for your birthday...
I wanted to find something that would be special, and, just for you..
I decided to find some Gypsy and Romany lore for you.. I thought that would be something that you might like.. So, I present to you, the two following stories.. I hope that you like them...
The Creation of the Violin
Deep in the green mountains, in the shade of a lush birch forest, stood a fine little thatched hut. In this cozy home dwelled Mara with her four brothers and her mama and papa. This girl had become quite infatuated with a strapping young huntsman who wandered the woods near her home. Poor Mara! She constantly admired him as he stomped through the fallen leaves, but he never gave her a second glance.
Mara spoke to him as he passed, and he would look right through her as if she were a pane of glass! Terribly rude man that he was indeed, the huntsman wouldn't even utter a single word of greeting! Nevertheless, Mara was smitten. In hopes of somehow capturing his heart, she would sing an enchanting verse which stirred the low branches of the trees and sent wild ripples through the forest pond. With the cunning magic of this song, Mara appealed to him day after day:
Mysterious stranger from faraway
Know my heart bids you not stray
Hold me as you so desire
My kiss will warm your lips like fire
Try as she might, no matter how many times she sang, the huntsman ignored Mara still. Finally, she felt there was no other choice but to turn to black magic to bring him to her side. This meant a pact with the Devil himself! Desperately, Mara wailed "Oh Devil, please help me!"
Instantly, he appeared before her in a foul, smoky cloud. A mirror glinted in his claw-like hand, but Mara did not notice any of this. She poured out her heart to the Devil, unburdening all her sorrows. He just stroked his strange little beard and chuckled quietly. After all, he was about to profit greatly from her wishes! "Is that all you want, dearie?" he finally said. "Well, well, if it's as easy as that...I can arrange something for you right now." He held up the strange mirror. "Next time you see your beloved in the forest, show this to him. Then, he will be yours! I promise!"
Just as he had instructed, Mara ran up to the huntsman in the woods and eagerly pointed the mirror towards his face. Horrified, he shrieked "Oh, the Devil! That's the Devil's work! I see myself!" He dashed out of the forest, and would come there to hunt no more. Mara was so disappointed. Again, she was weeping in the grass, and she felt so desperate that she called on the Devil for the second time. "Help me, oh Devil! Again, I need your help!" she cried. He appeared immediately, and Mara explained to him how the huntsman had run away when he saw himself in the mirror. The Devil laughed heartily at this. "Oh, he can run all he wants to! He is mine now, just like you are, for you have both looked into my soul-catching mirror!"
Mara's eyes saddened. "Oh, but I will still help you!" he insisted calmly. "I just need you to help me in return. I will need all four of your brothers for what I have planned." Mara must have lost what was left of her mind! She nodded her consent, and the Devil came in the night and kidnapped her brothers. He turned them into strings for his violin! Her biggest brother became the fattest string, and her tiniest brother transformed into the thinnest string of all.
"Good, good!" the Devil exclaimed. "But now I need your father, too."
"Ok... but remember, you still have to help me!" Mara urged.
So, the Devil captured Mara's father and turned him into a long wooden box. He would be the body of the Devil's violin. "One last request," the Devil crooned. "Give me your mother." Soon, he had turned Mara's mother into the fiddle-stick, which was strung with her own hair. The Devil's creation was finished and he began to play it wildly. Mara was joyous, but the longer the devil played, the sadder she became. When the Devil saw this, he cackled with glee.
"Play this for your beloved, and he will be yours forever! I promise!" he proclaimed. So, Mara played, and the huntsman heard her playing and was drawn to her. She finally had what she wanted! But, nine days later, the Devil came to be repaid for his services. "Worship me, as I am your Master!" he bellowed at them. Mara and her new husband refused, and the Devil seized them violently and carried them away. They were never seen again! In their haste, they left the spellbound violin behind on the shadowy forest floor.
One day, a poor Gypsy found the Devil's abandoned creation and began to play it. He carried it with him on his travels through town and countryside. The Gypsy man soon discovered that he could make people laugh or cry, whichever he wished, whenever he played to them! ...And that is how the violin, most beloved instrument of the Gypsy people, came to be!
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Post by rowanashmore on Jan 18, 2007 4:07:16 GMT -5
Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes I had a really great day. And to lala thanks again for the wonderful present I am so glad to have you as my friend I love you for this gift these are stories that I have not heard since i was a little boy and my great great grandmother told them to me. And john there is plenty of cake left so help yourself.
love you guys thanks again
Be whole,
Rowan
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 18, 2007 4:09:26 GMT -5
I am honored to call you my friend love! I am so pleased that you liked the stories!
Love and Light to you!
lala
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Post by Senbecc on Jan 18, 2007 4:30:12 GMT -5
And john there is plenty of cake left so help yourself. love you guys thanks again Be whole, Rowan YES! *Grabs cake ad runs* ;D  |
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Jan 18, 2007 4:35:09 GMT -5
haha... damn... I think he's just been waiting for that
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