Kyklos Apollôn's listserv is not very active anymore (although I've heard the group is somewhat active on Facebook now). A decade ago, I wrote two short poems for use during the ritual, which was/is timed to occur when the sun rose at Delphi each Sunday morning. It was usually in the middle of the night … Continue reading Two Poems for Apollôn’s Circle
In my blog post about reading Iamblichus’ On the Mysteries, I said that theurgy is “basically a fancy word for traditional cultus.” The post has gotten a lot of reach, with most referrals from Facebook (where I can’t see anything), but it was also posted to a Reddit board called r/Occult by someone. A Reddit … Continue reading In Which Some Comments Are Made About the Word Theurgy
For months now, I've been thinking about Eris and the way she drives things apart when discord is not honored on the way to consensus or mutual respect.¹ It's part of why I wrote a devotional poem to her, wanting to push back against that — to find a space that honors her properly, that pivots … Continue reading Eris Disrupting the Feast
Recently, my girlfriend and I have been attending a Buddhist LGBTQ sangha, which holds a meditation once a week, in the Shambhala tradition. It's 90 minutes long, with a combination of sitting and walking meditation followed by scriptural discussions. While I am not a Buddhist, I can appreciate a lot of Buddhism — the discipline … Continue reading Plato-Related Thoughts After Reading a Few Lojong Slogans
A bit over a month ago, my midsis told me that she wanted to get back into Neopaganism, and she's interested in Ásatrú/Heathenry. In thinking about our blustery twenties, a lot of the tension we had was religious — I didn't understand why neither of my sisters had persisted in Neopaganism despite all of us … Continue reading A Few Thoughts on Raising Kids in Polytheism
Reflections on materialism, spirituality, religion, and consumerism. TL;DR — I am not a fan of out-of-control consumption.
Artemis dances, encircling, turning. She counts out the shape of eternity. Her forms and movements, aionic measures, make the beginning and limit of all. Everything she does is with boundless grace, descending with vibrations like footfalls. Beyond those heights, marking sacred measures, her brother's firm count reflects her turning. She, the Hunter of Hours, captures … Continue reading For Eternal Artemis