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   XPost: alt.religion.druid, alt.religion.shamanism, alt.pagan   
   XPost: alt.traditional.witchcraft   
   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   Three Spears of the Queen:   
      
   This is a partial repeat of an early September '94 alt.pagan (and probably   
   pendulum too) description of an incident that occurred about Aug. 30, 1994.   
      
   On Saturday or Sunday [Aug. 20--21] I was sunbathing on the back steps when   
   some wasps started to bother me; I at first ignored them but eventually tried   
   to shoo them away and got stung twice (once on Sat on the back of my right   
   calf and once on Sun on my inner right calf). After that I just ignored them   
   and sent waves of love instead of fear and they didn't sting me again. I   
   didn't have any adverse reaction, although felt an unearthly chill in the   
   legs the following week and was going to get my thyroid checked but the chill   
   faded late in the month. This is like the "chill of Math" which the great   
   druid Math (little bear in the sky) casts on Gwydion and his brother before   
   their transformation, in the Welsh Mabinogion.   
      
   So those were two spears of the queen, one powerful and warlike, a warning,   
   one a gentle prod back on the right path.   
      
   Well, last week, probably around Aug. 30, early-to-mid week , I was in   
   resonant or tuned oscillator mode, nicely stable but sensitive, and out   
   sunning again. Over the session one wasp was buzzing around me so I sent out   
   "waves of love" as I said before.   
      
   Later on that wasp left, another came along and landed on the top of the   
   fourth toe of one of my feet. This toe had turned black months ago from a   
   stub and had never healed properly. I ignored the wasp and let it sit there   
   for a while. After a few days I noted that the rough skin on that toe was   
   healing unusually fast.   
      
   The wasp next moved briefly to my belly button area, and I began to get   
   concerned. Perhaps it was investigating my old scar from just above the belly   
   button to about eight inches lower. Then I got really concerned as it   
   suddenly moved up, landed on my left nipple, and did not sting but began   
   clawing or brushing the nipple with its legs. So perhaps "useless as tits on   
   a bull" does not apply to wasps. I blew/brushed it off quite quickly and went   
   in, but from that illogically intuited that something that can be brushed or   
   milked from wasps (traded) or analyzed and synthesized (perhaps the sting)   
   would be medically beneficial, maybe for breast cancer.   
      
   --   
   David Dalton dalton@nfld.com http://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)   
   http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “ `There must be some way out of here’ said the joker to the thief   
   `There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief' " (Bob Dylan)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)