Amethyst. Amethyst.

7 10 2008

I heard that the Greeks swore by it, so did some English men and women, so I took a big lump of polished amethyst with me to the party last night, I binded it to my belly button as instructed.  It did nothing.  I have the mother of hangovers this morning!  New Age nonsense, right?  No, apparently it was me, I drunk the wrong stuff, Amethyst only protects against drunkeness from wine, not beer and spirits.

I did leave it on overnight and did have a lot of very vivid dreams, could this be down to the stone, or just coincidence?   I am planning on finding out, so do tell me if you had something similar, though I doubt somehow that many people go to bed with an amethyst strapped to them.

But do yourself a favour, go read the beautiful love story of Bacchus and Amethyst, how Diana turned her into a stone and Bacchus libated red wine onto the stone for his love, turning her purple for an eternity.  At least the tigers didn’t tear her apart…

Right.  Coffee.  Something greasy.  Lots more coffee.  orange juice someone told me helps cure hangovers?





I forgot.

29 09 2008

My weekend with friends all that time ago was so great that I completely forgot about my Magick Rants and the need I felt to change the name.  So here goes.

MAGICK RANTS is now known as “Methe” which means “drunkenness”.

Please join me in the joys of drunkenness – friendship, love, conversation and good wine (or whichever spirit you wish to evoke) and join me on a new journey in honour of Methe, the Roman Nymph.

A drunken man can of course still rant, at least as much as he can love.