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Not a Witch War, just a minor skirmish.

A few days ago I was perusing Etsy when I saw some posters available as pdfs in CerridwenGrainne’s store . They reminded me of the parchment ones a lot of the metaphysical shops carry, but I hadn’t seen these particular ones. I assumed they were her own, so purchased three different sets. When I opened the pdfs I discovered that what they actually were was scanned copies of copyrighted material. They were parchment posters featuring the work of Amber K and Travis Bowman.

I immediately sent a message to the seller requesting a refund and telling her that I did not support copyright infringement. Although she did issue a refund, her response floored me.

2016-02-18_editedSo, I made a post to my facebook page:

“Please do not support cerridwengrainne1 on Etsy.com. I purchased some PDF’s for download to discover they are all badly scanned copyrighted documents by Pagan author’s Amber K and Travis Bowman.”

She then sent me a message on facebook saying this:

The items you purchased were not badly scanned and they are open for purchase. In fact ….if you go to Azure Green they are available for purchase! And ETSY all ready cleared the downloads. I will be contacting my lawyer for the slander you’re posting on facebook smile emoticon”

Now there are a number of things wrong with this statement, but I was going to ignore her.  I had my money back and would not be supporting her shop.   Then she sent me an email…….. My comments are in bold.

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Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2016 21:51:51 -0700
Subject: Teresa
From: cerridwen.grainne@…
To: Inanna_liban@….

I’m 58, married and have a BA in Archaeology and an MA in the Humanities and a son in college. I’m originally born and bred in Scotland and moved to the US when I started college many moons ago. I have researched and published articles and monographs on prehistoric sites in the northwestern US. I am well schooled on publishing and copyrights as I’ve worked with this myself.
Amazing you have made it so far in life without learning some basic facts.
The items you purchased were already cleared by Etsy. If you had read the descriptions you would have seen the names of the authors….but that would require a certain amount of reading knowledge.
It doesn’t matter if they were cleared by Etsy.  Etsy does not have the authority, only the owner does.  There was nothing in the descriptions to indicate another author, and I do have screenshots.  You do make the claim of “vintage”, which they are not.
And since you’ve decided to add me to your facebutt page and slander my shop and name I will be contacting my lawyers Harrison and Associates to take up the matter. Social media doesn’t give you carte blanche to say rude and nasty things about people without consequences or without knowledge of whom you’re dealing with first.
Facebutt….how clever.  Apparently something in your education was lacking.  It is libel when in writing, slander when spoken, but only if untrue. 
As for my knowledge of whom I am dealing with?  That is becoming rather clear.
You, my dear, are not a witch as we do not condone nasty people like you.
(I always love it when they pull this one out of their ass.)  Whether or not you consider me a witch is not relevant, now or ever.  What is very apparent is that my style of witchcraft has something called ethics.
I certainly hope you teach your daughter and grandchildren a better way to treat people.
Now this, this is where you pissed me off and crossed the line.  You brought my family into your little hissy fit.  Believe me, my children and grandchildren know exactly how to deal with people like you.

Remember the Wicca Rede and follow the Three Fold Law…or perhaps you don’t know what that is because it requires a certain amount of reading and comprehension as well.

I often find that those that like to fling around the rede and three fold law are the least likely to follow it themselves.  My knowledge of ethics, magic and life in general go far beyond reading.   It also, very obviously, go far beyond yours. 

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Now, the only response I emailed her was:

“How nice for you.  Unfortunately all your education didn’t teach you something.  If you are reselling products from Azure Green you must sell the actual product, not scan it, sell it, and pocket the proceeds.  Azure Green doesn’t make money that way. ”

You see, Azure Green is the distributor for those particular posters.   She did not have their permission to pdf their products and sell them as her own.  She also had other Azure Green items in her store.   I don’t know if she will still be able to use Azure Green as a distributor.  They were notified of her infringement, as was Etsy.  I do notice that her store has been closed since yesterday for “taxes”.   I also notified Amber K.

I have to admit that I am dismayed that Etsy has strayed so far from where it began.   I don’t know that I will use it much in the future.  I certainly know what store I will not use, or recommend however.

****Update****

The hubris of this woman doesn’t cease to amaze me.  Especially after her vitriol about the rede and three fold law.    I found this:

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This was listed on a site called The Hippy Corner.  Note that it claims the chest is Hand Carved by CerridwenGrainne.   These chests can be purchased from Azure Green.  They are made in India,  and many metaphysical suppliers carry similar items.

Rather sad if you ask me…..

Time Flies

Hard to believe it has been two years since I last updated this site. Some of that time is a little foggy. On March 17th of this year I had neurosurgery to treat my hydrocephalus. It was causing problems with balance and memory. The surgery has improved my mental state immensely. My joints are getting worse. I have a lot of problems with my left arm. The ligament located between the thumb and finger was ruptured. This has impacted my wrist and that has impacted the elbow.

A year ago in January my beloved Flower Ferret died. I still miss him. Now I usually take Short Bus and/or Nancy Boo with me. Short Bus is smarter than his name implies. He lays quietly in my lap while I drive.

Miss Violet crossed the bridge

handfulMiss Violet crossed the rainbow bridge tonight. She joined all the ones that have gone before, Miss Violet was special though. Like Flower, we chose her. We bought her from Total pet when she was 9 weeks old. She was 6 ounces of pure spunk in a cage with males, possibly her siblings, from the same shipment. They were all at least twice her size, and Miss Violet was struggling. So small she could fit in the palm of my hand, she could also fit through the bars of most cages. She was very food aggressive and loved dried chicken strips. One day my friend Nan was going to feed her a piece of chicken. Miss Violet lunged for the chicken, but got Nan’s finger instead. We had to pry her little jaws open to free Nan’s finger. We called her “Itty bitty, not so sweet, but awful pretty”. Itty Bitty used to climb up on Andrew’s recliner and war dance him so hard she would fall off. The 15 ounce Terror. flowerlovesmv
Flower loved Miss Violet. When she was a baby he used to curl himself around her as they slept. That is what he did last night as well. We had decided to separate her last night when we realised she was quite ill. She has never been alone, so we put Flower in with her. He seemed to know something was wrong. We took her into the vet this morning and he thought it was a gastrointestinal infection. We started her on the usual antibiotics and sucralfate. She was dehydrated so we gave her some subcutaneous fluids. I had to go back to work, but Andrew said initially she seemed to perk up a bit. When I got home around 5:30 she had crashed. She was almost comatose and her breathing was congested. It sounded like her lungs were full of fluid. I tried calling the vet, but Murdoch was the Vet on call, and knows nothing about ferrets. The only thing she could offer was euthenization, and that was going to be $200. As it turned out, Miss Violet wouldn’t have lived long enough to get to her office anyway.

Ultimately I have no idea what killed her. She was only four, and showing signs of early adrenal. It was fast, and I suppose that at least is merciful. I would rather she go fast then suffer.

When Ariana, my grand daughter, was 6 I told her a story about Miss Violet wanting to be a fairy. Later I wrote it down and posted it here. One day I would like to see it made into a children’s book. I am not sure how to go about it though. Ah well, D.I.P. my Itty Bitty Miss Violet. You are missed already.

Cautioning The Wildlife

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While travelling on Haida Gwaii we noted there is a very large population of very small deer.  It would appear that their small stature goes along with a rather casual disregard for personal safety.  Signs indicate  locals are asking for public assistant in dealing with this troubling attitude. We asked the Street Spirits crew to help us create a list of things we could caution them about.

So far we have:

– Look both ways before crossing the road.

– Don’t accept rides from hunters.

– Arrows, the silent killer.

– Friends don’t let friends trust men with guns.

– Headlights are not stagelights.  Keep moving.

– Never take candy or food from strangers.

– Humans ARE strangers.

– Premarital sex can lead to accidental pregnancies.

– Don’t fall for the “I will take you to your mother routine”. I’ve seen the movie, she is dead.

Do you have any suggestions to add?
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Why I decided to try the HCG diet

When I first heard of the HCG diet I thought that anyone doing it had to be insane. So, what made me change my mind?

In 2002 I had the first half of my thyroid removed, less than two years later they took the rest of it. Prior to that I had always been able to keep my weight under control. Occasionally it would creep up, but a month or so of dieting and exercise and I was fine, suddenly I was gaining weight no matter how much I dieted. At first the doctor wasn’t concerned. You look fine he said, but I didn’t feel fine. As the pounds crept up my joints hurt more. Finally we added cytomel, another thyroid hormone, to the synthroid I was taking and I stopped gaining. Unfortunately by that point I had gained 60lbs.

My feet started causing me major problems. At first the doctors thought plantar fasciitis, then neuropathy, then eventually they realized that the ligaments and structure of my feet and ankles were collapsing under the weight. My joints couldn’t take the additional strain. After a life threating reaction to a drug prescribed for pain I had enough. I talked to my doctor about my belief that the only way I was going to get some pain relief was to get rid of the excess weight. However, the Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and pain made it difficult to exercise without causing more pain.

The doctor suggested I consider the HCG diet. She said that usually she wouldn’t suggest it, but given my issues it seemed a viable alternative. If I was to do it, it needed to be under a doctor’s supervision. She referred me to a doctor who was experienced and prescribed the hormone. He had a three to six month waiting list and while I was waiting for my appointment with him, I researched the diet, I talked to some people who had tried the HCG diet, most had gained the weight back, but also hadn’t really worked at keeping it off.

I finally got to see the doctor just before we went to New York. He stressed that this would take the weight off, but I must work to keep it off. He estimated it would take two courses of four to lose the weight I wanted to. That is three weeks of injections, a week of maintenance, a six week break and then the injections again. I made an appointment to see him the day after we got back to get the prescriptions and learn how to inject myself with HCG.

So, here I am. Today is day three of the diet, and the day I begin eating only 500 calories a day. If you want to follow along I will be keeping a daily account here.

Ian Tyson

In 2002 Andrew and I saw Ian Tyson at the Winnipeg Folkfest. I was so excited because I had grown up listening to Ian, and Sylvia, on televsion. That night we snuggled under a mexican blanket, while on stage Ian sang about a Navajo rug. Overhead was an endless prairie sky, a perfect experience.

A couple of years later Andrew and I, along with my parents, attended a concert of Ian’s at the Civic Centre in Prince George. The chair wasn’t as comfortable as the mexican blanket, but I enjoyed the performance.

This year Ian Tyson celebrates 50 years of performing. He will be performing at Vanier Hall on May 9th. I so want to be there. I don’t know how many more opportunities we will have to see Ian Tyson live. CBC is holding a poetry contest for two tickets. Andrew has submitted a poem for it. It was the first submission they received, and it aired yesterday morning on the radio.

The Last Song

Old Buck never made it from the stage
He fell still clutching his guitar
That ancient Gibson with the pick scarred top
And the beaded smoked hide strap
Hand made by a kookum in Saskatoon
He fell to the sound of the crowd
A field of people still cheering his last song
Still cuddling under the stars
Dreaming of trail rides
Tales told around a camp fire
Herds of red eyed cows
And Navajo blankets
His battered Stetson caught in the summer breeze
Wheeling off across the prairie
Fetching up against a patch of willows
To grieve its loss alone
Old Buck’s last song ended as he wanted
Ended the cowboy way
– Copyright 2012, Andrew Burton

When he first read me the poem I didn’t now it was for a contest. I told him I loved the poem, although I am admittedly biased, and it reminded me of Winnipeg. Then he told me about the contest.

Andrew: CBC is having a poetry contest. They wanted a cowboy poem.
Me: Makes me think of Ian Tyson
Andrew: The prize is two tickets to see Ian Tyson.
Me: Ooooh, I really want to go to that concert.
Andrew: Oh? If I win maybe I will take you.
Me: You were planning to take someone else?
Andrew: Just keeping my options open.
Me: ….. (hmmmmmm)