HALLOWEEN
I Think Any Pagan You Talk To Will Tell You It's The Best Time Of The Year. I Know Most People Call It By Other Names, But No Matter How You Say It Its One HELL Of a Good Time. HAIL SAMHAIN!!!!

COSTUME TIPS
Keep it scarry - it's tradition, if you want to be something cute, make it dead, eg. a play bunny is scarrier with tire treads on it's head.
Comfort - you want to have the night of your life, not be dropping your antlers in your beer all night. (happened to me)
Cheap and Simple - secondhand joints are a great sorce of goody shoes and ancient apperal. Remember make-up can carry the hole outfit.
Stockings _ are a great way to cover hair, arms and legs uniformly, and you can see through them if you wear them on your head (may as well get an early start).

Make-Up Tips
Hair Spray - the cheaper and gooyer the spray the better the hold and better stuff will stick in it. eg. sparcles, powders.
Baby Powder - in your sticky hair or make-up leaves a powdery, pail appearance. It also helps contain runny make-up.
Whiting or Coloring - out right over your eyebrows fades them so new lines are easier to exagerate.
Lipliner - used as eye liner gives a much more eary, look.
Shade - in your faces matural creveses
Babyoil - is great for removing any kind of make-up.

Samhain - The Final Stand

The trees are showing there true colors, like the spring males ruttig proudly
the wind wispers to them to rest their heavy load down for they have done a fine job all year
With one last explosion of glorius colour they sing, "It Is All Hallows Eve", it is their last stand
The people rise up with them in their dark guises,
The veil is thin and the dead shall have their say, they will selbrate their ancesteral rights, for this is their night to walk amongst the living
The people rise up with them in their dark guises,
The little people dance and leave circles in the grass, dragons stir and open a lazy eye to glimpse through a ckrack in the door, elves, knoms, the creature under the bed, all are welcome tonight
The people rise up with them in their dark guises,
All the doors have been open as we selebrate each in our own way, a united caunsious energy, we spread a blanket of magic across the mother bidding her a good sleep, a blanket of magic free for any to utalize if they know how.
12 moons we have waighted for this night and all to soon it is over
The trees give a heavy sigh and drop their leaves to the ground covering the Mother
the door has closed and the hard cold winter has won again, but not without a fight
As the Mother sleeps in her magic blanket no one shall peak under, unless they know how