I realized, while trying to pen my two separate posts, The Chthonic Ocean and Descent, that I couldn’t separate the two. So here are both, for D, and I’ll just have to come up with something else for another C post. (Or vice versa.) The Descent to the Underworld myth-paradigm is one that has fascinated …
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X, or the Gift of Poison
Someone on TC suggested that one could do Gebo, the X-shaped rune for the Pagan Blog Project (like most of you, I’m sure, many of us were scratching our skulls a bit over what on earth we could write about). Gebo means gift or partnership, according to my copy of The Book of Runes, by …
Landbinding
I mentioned Landbinding once, I think, in my blood sacrifice post. Since then I’ve been meaning to actually talk about what Landbinding is, or at least what sorts of nebulous ideas I’ve got about it. Danny’s post yesterday, The Morrigan, The Goddess of Blood, sort of spurred me on, and now here we are. When …
Expelling the Venom
A lesson I have yet to learn: other people’s advice is never as good as my own intuition. On Saturday night I went with some friends to their belated Full Moon ritual. They’re just starting their ATC practice, so it was the first time they were doing an ATC Full Moon ritual. It was pretty …
44 Days of Witchery, Day 15: Thoughts on the afterlife?
Nope. Which is to say, I don’t really think about it that often. I have some theories, some comforting thoughts in the event of the death of a loved one, but quite honestly — how a religion handles the afterlife is one of the least important things to me when it comes to faith. There …
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Finding Answers (and coming away with more questions)
So in my last post I talked about going down to the beach to see if the God Who’d been nudging me really was Manannan Mac Lir. (I probably didn’t say that in so many words; at any rate that’s why I was going down to the beach.) The beach by my house is at …
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The Suddenness of Loss
This morning my dog, Major, died. He was 11. We’d had him for 4 years; an SPCA rescue. Some part of me knew that this was his last summer, but for some reason I thought he’d be around longer — that I’d have a few months with him, instead of two weeks. (I came back …