Wishing You & Yours A Very Blessed & Joyous Irish Heritage Day!

St Patrick's Day CommentsHappy Irish Heritage Day, you say? Yes, Happy Irish Heritage Day to You & Yours! I am sure some of you who have been with us for a while, know we do not celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Instead, we celebrate Irish Heritage Day. Why? It is out of reverence to our brothers & sisters of the Druid Tradition. It is a long drawn out story about the history & actions surrounding St. Patrick. He was kidnapped as a young boy, supposedly by the Irish, and enslaved. Later on when he was freed, he went to the Church and was ordained as a priest. This is just my opinion from now on out and I have had other Pagans agree with me. Patrick then returned to the Emerald Isle to cleanse the land of Pagans and Druids, mostly Druids. He tried to wipe the Druid Religion off the face of the planet. You remember hearing about Patrick cleared Ireland of all the snakes it had? Those snakes he was clearing out were Druids but he also took a strong stance on Pagans as well. Anyone who wasn’t of his faith, had to go.

As customary in that time, if you didn’t convert, you were hunted down and killed. He slaughtered thousands of Druids and Pagans in his crusade to clear Ireland of “the snakes.” He almost succeeded in his quest to wipe the Druids off the planet. He was especially after the Druid high-archery, the Priests in other words. They were the leaders of the Druids and Patrick decided if he wipe out the head of the snake, he would wipe out the Religion. A large group of the Druids did hide and go underground during this massacre. Some even converted just to stay alive but secretly practiced Druidism. If they hadn’t, their religion would have been lost. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? I know several Druids myself and I consider them part of our Pagan family. Out of respect for them, we do not celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Instead we celebrate “Irish Heritage Day.” We will not give honor to any man who persecuted, hunted and killed our fellow brothers & sisters. Again, my personal opinion, if we pay homage to St. Patrick, then it would be the same as honoring those who persecuted, hunted and killed so many of us back in the 1600’s. We learn from the past so we are not doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. So there you have it, that is why we don’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day!

Now after my sermon on St. Patrick, something I have been debating on long and hard for the past few days. We are currently in Troy, Tennessee. Eleanor and Lord M thought it would be a good idea for us to get out of town and for me to clear my head. At first I wasn’t sure I even wanted to approach the subject of what I had been through during the past week. But there seems to be some confusion and I believe it is now time to clear the entire matter up. Whatever you think of me after I tell you my side of the story is completely up to you. I know my son made a post that I had been arrested and that is true. I was arrested for using excessive force to defend myself. At the time of my arrest, the police did not know what had transpired. My attacker and myself were both arrested.

I did not want it known that I had been arrested. I have never been in trouble with the law and to me it was shameful that I was arrested. I still feel ashamed of what happened that day but I was only defending myself. I was grabbed by the neck and thought I was going to pass out. I took my nails and sunk them into my attacker’s hand. I started to get up and leave, I was forcefully grabbed and thrown back into a rolling office chair. The chair hit the desk and I was in immediate pain. After that I have no idea what happened. I don’t know if I lost my mind or blacked out. Anyway, when the police arrived, they pulled me off of my attacker. This man is not a small man, he probably weighs at least 250 and stocky as a bull. How I managed to get on top of him, I don’t know. I guess it was just blind fury with a little help from above. Back to the story, when the police pulled me off of him, I couldn’t believe what I saw or what I did. I almost took one of his eyes out and his cheeks and down his face were deep, deep scars from my fingernails. I almost ripped his face off. In fact, they told me I had embedded on of my nails in his face. After my hands were clean, I saw that was true. I embedded my pinkie nail, all the way to the cuticle in his face. I was wondering why my finger hurt like hell. When the police arrived, all they saw was a wild animal (me) brutally attacking this poor man on the floor. So I was immediately pulled off of him and cuffed.

When I finally came back to my senses and this world, I was able to tell them what had happened. They also arrested him and took him to the hospital to have his face sewn up. Seems strange a woman gets attacked and she ends up getting arrested but they told me it was only till they figured out what happened. All I can say is money talks. He went before the judge and he was immediately released. I went before the judge (who happens to be good friends with my attacker) and, now get this, never having a criminal record, my bond was set at $5000. My lawyer was dumb founded as well as I was. He pleaded and argued with the judge over my bond. It did no good. Come up with $5000 or stay there till you rot apparently. I had already made my mind up that I was doomed to be in jail till hell froze over. $5000, gee whiz, we don’t have that kind of money. But all the ladies and everyone here pulled together and come up with a substantial amount, plus I had several individuals here donate (Lady Beltane, Aimee, Marcia & Barbara, thank you very, very much ladies) to getting the Jailbird out. Then what we were short, my lawyer made up the difference.

Now you have the entire story and the truth. My lawyer told me that we have enough evidence that if it does go to trial that we will be able to prove that he attacked me. He made sure that the hand print that was on my neck and shoulder was photographed. Yeah, I have one hell of a thumb print on my the front of my throat and down on my shoulder. I also have a hand-print on my face from where I was slapped. I have a broken rib from hitting the desk so hard plus my arm looks like it has been beaten with a hammer. My lawyer made sure he grabbed my shirt before it could disappear. It was a brand new shirt and now it is a rag. How it got ripped I don’t know. It must have happened while I was blacked out. What force possessed me while I was blacked out, I don’t know. All I know it was an entity full of rage and anger, that is the only way I can explain it. Maybe it was just my survivor mode kicking it but to knock him on the floor and do what I done to his face, I seriously doubt it.

So that is the entire story. Think what you want of me, I am not proud of being arrested. I was defending myself from a sexual assault. I did not want it to be known that I had been arrested. But a panicked young boy told the world because he was scarred he would never see his mother again. I can’t fault him for that. The whole entire incidence, I am very ashamed of. I have talked to Lady Beltane, Eleanor and Lynette about it. All of them told me I had nothing to feel ashamed about. But still it is hard right now to hold my head up because of the shame I feel. I know eventually it will pass or at least I hope it will. I was concerned what people would think and all of those who I spoke to told me, “if they are truly your friends they will understand and support you, if not, let them go because they were never truly your friends to start with.”

I am not proud of what I did but I have come to realize, I was fighting for my life. If I hadn’t fought back, no telling what would have happened. I am slowly coming to terms with the whole entire mess. Everyone packed my happy ass up and brought me down here was right, I did need a few days away from home. I have started to clear my head and deal with what happened. The hardest part is that I keep seeing his face afterwards. I would never hurt a fly and what I did to his face, I just can’t believe it. I guess when we are in a fight for your live or your virtue, that survivor mode kicks in and takes over.

Think of me, what you will. But I sincerely hope you think of me as your sister once again. Like I said I am not proud of what I did and I didn’t want anyone to know. But since it is out there, you might as well know what really happened. We are going to spend the rest of the day in Troy and will be back tomorrow. I have been told I need to try to get back to a normal life. So I am going to sink myself into our work tomorrow and hopefully I will eventually put this in the past. One of the conditions of getting out of jail was that I never leave the office again. Right now, I think that is a wonderful idea. Home sweet home, how good the thought of that sounds. Jail life sucks, I can tell you that. Also my lawyer is negotiating with my attacker’s lawyer and he knows if we do go to court, that I will be proven innocent after all the facts come out. My lawyer is a wonderful friend, I still have to pay him back for the bail he put up for me. So if you would like to buy an item or two from the store or make a donation to help me pay back my lawyer, it would be deeply appreciated.

Now that I wrote a book, I want to thank the dear ladies who donated to getting the jailbird out once again. It was a combined effort to get me out of jail and I appreciate everyone of you who donated to that cause. My main point in telling you all of this is because I don’t want to lose your respect, your love and most of all your support. With that I will finish and we will be back in Kentucky sometime this evening and tomorrow, we will start a brand new day.

Thank you again and Happy Irish Heritage Day!

Lady of the Abyss

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11 thoughts on “Wishing You & Yours A Very Blessed & Joyous Irish Heritage Day!

  1. Dear Lady of the Abyss No shame seen on my end, you did what you needed to do to keep yourself safe. You have all of my support, women need to be there for each other Luna Llena

    On Sunday, March 17, 2019, Witches Of The Craft® wrote:

    > ladyoftheabyss posted: “Happy Irish Heritage Day, you say? Yes, Happy > Irish Heritage Day to You & Yours! I am sure some of you who have been with > us for a while, know we do not celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Instead, we > celebrate Irish Heritage Day. Why? It is out of reverence” >

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    1. Thank you, Luna Llena. I appreciate you sticking by my side. I know there for a few days, I felt like I didn’t have a friend in the world. I have never been in jail and I had plenty of time to think. I guess I put a lot of guilt on myself while I was there. I have always tried to live by the creed, “an do no harm.” Ha! Blew that one all to heck. After I have had a good talking to from some and they told me, he had probably done it before. If I hadn’t done what I done, he would have probably done it again. Only the next time, that woman might not have been as lucky or fortunate as I was. Who knows, all I know it was a violent attack and maybe they are right. I stopped him from attacking another woman and kept her from getting seriously hurt or killed. If they are right, that washes away the guilt. I know it is funny to say I have guilt but I can’t explain what happened to me. That is the hard part. If I only knew when I blacked out and then what took over, it would make my mind rest a little easier. I just never imagined I was capable of anything like that. I still have images of his face flashing in front of me and it is very hard to imagine that I done what I done to him. I am still baffled by what happened or came over me when I blacked out. Maybe with time, I will get those answers. If I don’t, then maybe it is for the best. I just know I don’t ever want to go through anything like that again. Thank you so much for sticking beside me. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.
      Have a very blessed Ostara, hun,
      Lady A

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  2. greetings m’Lady,
    Blessed be the Strong of Heart!…so you went “Beserker” on his ass!…good for you!…come the 3rd (payday). i will try to help…
    until then, my candle is lit…the Goddess called!…
    BB…daniel

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    1. Thank you, Daniel. I was thinking people might think poorly of me because a Lady isn’t suppose to act the way I did. I still have the imagine of his face flashing through my head. I have tried and tried to remember what happened but I can’t. It is just horrible to have those imagines popping in my head. I would never hurt a fly but to think I was capable of doing what I did, it is unreal. I have come to the decision perhaps I really don’t know myself at all. A few have explained it as my survivor mode kicking in. Maybe they are right. I know he got exactly what he deserved but to think you are capable of inflicting such injuries to another person is troubling. I have always thought of myself as a kind and loving person, I blew that imagine of myself all to heck. I was apprehensive of going to work that morning. I just played it off as nerves. I won’t the next time, I can guarantee you. I will listen to my gut. I appreciate your offer of helping but I don’t want you to take away money from you or your family on my account. I know times are difficult for everyone. At least that is what I was thinking while I was in jail anyway. Never been there before and don’t ever want to go back either. I appreciate you understanding it means a lot to me. Thank you for your wonderful comment.
      Have a very blessed day and if I don’t talk to you before Ostara, have a very blessed and wonderful celebration.
      Lady A

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  3. Lady A you did nothig wrong and you have my full support. You had every right to defend yourself against that slimy predetor. A real man does not attack or attemp to rape anyone, so he is not a man but a slimebag. The judge who is the preditors freind was not supposed to have anything to do with this case. When a judge is related to or freinds with anyone who comes in front of their bench they are supposed to have another judge take over. If this judge does not excuse himself from the case for this reason he can be disbared and removed from the bench. There is a website in every state that is called the attorney grievance committee . You can file a complaint against this judge with them and they will go after him with an investigation and disbarment. You were also supposed to be sent for medical treatment at the hospital. The jaile,judge and county are legally responsible for you health and welbeing after you wher arested. They can not only get into trouble for denying you medical treatment they can be sued for it. As far as the slimy preditore is concerned he more than likely had surveillance cameras filming every thing that goes on in his building and it would not surprize me if he has them in the womens bathrooms. You could have your lawyer help you to fined out and have the tapes subpoenaed as evedense against this slimey preditore. The way this slimebage acts I believe that he has attacked other women and if he has done this in his building or home with sureeillance cameras there would be evidence of their attacts that would be further proof that he is a preditore. Slimebages like would keep them as trophys to watch wenever they want. If this same judge has been involved with helping the slimey preditore get away with attacking or raping other women it will be uncoverd by the attorney grievance committee and he will face criminal charges for that too. I am hoping this infomation helps you with your case. You did nothing wrong, you did not deserve to be abused in any way. You are a brave woman who should hold your head up.
    Blessed Be with Love and Light
    From Penny Kibbe

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  4. The pig deserved what he got. Just rest up and heal. I’m rather new here but I’m proud to call you my sister. Love and blessing to you.

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    1. Then let me be the first to welcome you to our home. We are delighted to have you with us. Thank you for the lovely comment. I am honored to have you as a new friend and a new brother. I guess I must have been in shock for a bit. You always hear about others being attacked but you never dream of it happening to you. I was one of those who thought it would never happen to me. I was apprehensive about going to work that morning but I played it off as nerves. I believe now it was my gut telling me not to go. I will definitely listen to my gut from now on, no matter what. I just felt guilty about hurting another human being. But everyone has told me he wasn’t a human to start with, he was an animal. More than likely he had done it before and gotten away with it. It was just such a violent attack, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. If he attacked me like that and got away with it, no telling what he might have done to the next woman. I had the horrible images of his face flashing in my mind. Then after I have talked to a few close friends, I know he got what he deserved. He always thought he was a ladies man to begin with. I don’t believe he will have another woman ever look at him again now. It is just amazing that when you are put in a situation like that, you can muster the power and inner strength to actually defend yourself, especially when the attack comes out of the clear blue. I know it is something I am going to have to deal with for a bit. But with good people like yourself, I am sure the healing and coping with what happen will come quickly. Welcome again, dear brother.
      Have a very blessed Ostara if I don’t talk to you again before then,
      Thank you again,
      Lady A

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      1. Thank you for your kind words. I’m a woman, despite my name! So we are sisters. I was in an abusive marriage many years ago and it took a very long time for me to heal. But at the the time I was on my own. I believe that with all these wonderful people supporting you and each other that your healing will be faster. At least that is what I wish for you. Enjoy your time away and focus on you. I think I can speak for all of us that we love and support you. Have a blessed night.

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      2. I sincerely apologize for the mistake, dear sister. I should have recognized the “i” on the end of your name. My mind was not thinking that clearly yesterday, as I am sure you can understand. I am so very sorry for the circumstances you were once in. No one should ever be hit or beat on by anyone. This incident was the first time in my life, I had ever had a man hit me or attack me. It took me by complete surprise. But it only happened to me once, you lived through it for a while. I can’t imagine, I honestly can’t. My heart breaks for you, hun, it really does. I know the pain and trauma I encountered compares to nothing what you went through. It is horrible when someone your trust turns on you like a wild animal. I was only friends with this man I thought, you were married to your abuser. I can’t imagine you being by yourself the whole time. It had to be very difficult to even start to heal from what you went through. You are right, I do have some wonderful people and friends that are helping me get through it. I have had several of them talk and talk to me but I still see his face. I even woke up last night in a cold sweat because I had relived the attack in my sleep. The boys wanted me to call the doctor and get something to help me sleep so I could deal with it that way. I told them that no drug on this earth could heal me right now, I had to do that on my own. It just leaves you feeling very betrayed and I can’t begin to imagine how you felt. Perhaps when the bruises go away and I don’t have to look at them every day, it will get easier or at least I hope. It baffles me to think, what the hell do these men think? Women aren’t punching bags or for them to have their way with. I don’t understand that at all. I do know one thing, I don’t believe I will ever let my guard down again around any man. I don’t see how you survived and I hate you went through everything you did by yourself. I know it is not much comfort now but you are not alone anymore. I would do anything in the world I could for you and so would the other witches here. I have to say that about them, they are very loving and supporting. If you need anything at all, please let me know. I apologize again for the mistake of your name. My head is a little clearer today and I can see I should have caught that, I am sorry I didn’t. I hope I didn’t offend you. I also hope you consider this a place of safety and friendship and your home on the internet, dear sister. Again, if you need anything or just want to talk sometime, let me know.
        May the Goddess Bless You Each and Every Day,
        Lady A

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      3. Every incidence of abuse is life changing. Whether it’s one time or many. But you will become stronger for overcoming it. Don’t feel guilty, you did nothing wrong. Just know that you are a strong women who will not put up with such deplorable behavior. If you need to talk I am always available. My FB is Ricki Tressler-Buntz. If you would like my phone number I will happily give it to you. On another note Happy Birthday. I hope you can enjoy this day with your family. Love and many healing hugs to you dear sister.

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      4. It is really good to see you again, Ricki. I was hoping I hadn’t offended you yesterday. It just seems like right now every time I am by myself and quiet, I relive the entire incident over and over. I just keep thinking there had to be some kind of warning signs that I missed. But I haven’t come up with anything yet, everything seemed normal that day. I just keep thinking how stupid I was. He could have walked up behind me and cut my throat, who knows what a person like that could do. I have imangined every horrible ending you can think of. The sickest part of it all, is I keep seeing my hands with his skin under my nails. I see them in my head and it is awful, makes me sick at my stomach. I honestly never knew I had that in me. His skin under my nails and then to look at his face, good grief. It makes me wonder what kind of person I am. Everybody has told me that it was my survival mode kicking in. But what I would really like to know is what happened when I blacked out. He is rather big man and I am not that big of a woman. I weigh about 150 pounds. I would just like to know what happened from the time he hit me to the time I was on top of him shredding his face. There are just too many unanswered questions for me right now. I was nervous as everything that morning, I should have never even went. I know you said you were by yourself the whole time, I know it had to be awful. But having a lot of people around you asking questions and you not having the answers for them, isn’t too good either. I appreciate the offer to talk, I get this all straightened out in my head, I will probably be looking you up. Thank you again, dear sister. It is a joy and a comfort to have you here. Thank you also for the birthday wishes, they are deeply appreciated.
        Luv & Hugs,
        Lady A

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