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Charge of the Wabbit
(I'm feeling exhausted)
Current mood: Exhausted? Yes...because I realized today that I'm out of shape when I had to ride my bicycle to and from work because my car wasn't working. It's only 2 1/2 miles...but that's uphill to work. Coming home was nicer :-)
Anyway, this was sent to me by a friend and high priestess in Texas. Enjoy!
Invocation of the Goddess Fluffy Bunny (An Ostara Ritual)
Charge of the Great Bunny
Now listen to the words of the Great Mommy, who was of old also
called among rabbits Mopsy, Flopsy, Cottontail and a whole bunch of
other names. At mine warrens, the kids at Looney Tunes made neat
sacrifice!
Whenever ye have need of anything, once in the month, and better it
be when the moon is full, then shall ye bunch up and hide, and adore
the spirit of me whom am Queen of all Bunnies. There shall ye bunch,
ye who are interested in higher education, but haven't yet figured it
out; to these will I teach even things I don't know. And ye shall be
free from Elmer Fudd, and as a sign ye be really horny, [ye shall be
naked in your rites (optional)], and ye shall hop and twitch, eat
carrots and fool around, all for me. For mine is big fun, and mine
also is even bigger fun, for my law is playtime.
Keep pure your lettuce patch, ever weed it, let slugs and aphids not
turn you aside; for mine is the secret door that opens onto Never-
Never Land, and the Cauldron of Somebody-or- other, which is even
better than chocolate milk. I am the Gracious Bunny, who gives the
gift of joy unto the tummy of rabbits. Upon earth, I know all sorts
of stuff, and beyond death, you get to play. Nor do I demand
sacrifice; for look! I am the Mommy of all living, so I've already
got plenty.
Hear ye the words of the Star Bunny, she whose tushy is a cottonball,
and whose ears are very long, and whose body is quite cuddly. I am
the beauty of the green carrot tops, and the white parsnips among the
weeds, and the splashing in the water, and the desire of the
nymphomaniac. Call unto thy soul, "Hey, soul! Get up and come here or
you don't get any dessert!"
I'm in charge, and before my whiskers, beloved of Big Bunnies and
little hares, let thine innermost cute self have lots of good times.
Let my worship be within the tummy that grumbles; for look! All acts
of love and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore party! party! party!
But don't drink and drive. And thou who thinkest to theek me, know
thy theeking ith in vain unleth thou knoweth the mythtery: I don't
know either. But I'm in charge anyway and don't you forget it.
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