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Preparing for Rebirth in a Time of Limbo

November is the in-between time. It’s not fall, not winter. It’s not the time of the dead, yet not the time of renewal. It’s a spot of limbo in my calendar year. The main days of Samhain season — the season of the dead, of […]

The Four-Letter Word We All Need Right Now

CW: Judgments, references to child abuse, politics, and the Keurig situation, naughty language There is a lot of messed up stuff going on right now. Case in point: I am now going to clarify, publicly, that I do not support grown men having sex with […]

Sexuality, Power, Victimhood

I’ve got a couple posts brewing.  One of them talks about using victimhood as a means to coerce people to do what you want.  Another is a practical guide for Pagan men, on how to behave at Pagan gatherings in a way that’s not creepy. […]

Hidden Assumptions: Feser and Polytheism

I had planned on continuing a philosophical look into reincarnation for this month’s blog post. However, philosopher Edward Feser took the time to engage a question of mine, and I believe that by responding, it may be possible for a polytheist-monotheist dialogue to open up. […]

Baron Samedi asked me to write this…

It’s been a strange year for me. Multiple psychic attacks have hit me, to the point where people with no sensitivity coming into my house can tell what’s going on. I’m experienced. I protect myself well. I have for the most part maintained good relationships […]

Deep Silver’s “Astrology DS: The Stars in your Hands” is a real video game, and it’s not half bad

“You’re a Taurus,” they barked from the front seat of their jeep. “I hate Tauruses.” “Oh” was the only sound I could make without opening my mouth, already inhaling a carpet’s worth of free-floating dog hair through my nose. “But you’re Scorpio rising, so we’ll […]

The Dead are Restless Waiting for Us to Enact Change

Every year the Dead are restless. This year even more so. They’re yearning to be remembered, to be learned from, to hear their names called. They want us to heal the wounds of earlier generations and to send that healing forward into our future. They […]

The Show Must Go On

Intent is magic. We like to talk about that a lot; that intent is key to formulating good magic, that it won’t work without intent. This isn’t really true. Sometimes it’s true, but sometimes it’s not — like with folk magic. And I think magic […]

She Who Unveils the Mystery: Part 1

In the velvety blackness of Lunar Samhain our coven, Sisterhood of the Sacred Veil, celebrated the Dark Moon with our annual overnight gathering. The synchronicities, both by timing and by theme, were perfect for me. I’m currently digging down into my own bedrock in a […]


My Diary

The Stream By finnchuill

I’m sitting on a bench, happy that the stream that has been dry lately, except for a few diminishing pools, the last hideout for the frogs, has water again. I met this stream last year, just about a year ago, and since walk along the ‘streamside trail’ frequently. Walking is a druidic practice for me. The land by the stream slowly opens itself to me. Small naio trees form an open grove about me.

My thoughts open to this: place is a kind of gnosis. A place slowly coalesces around me, around my body on a bench, in and out of my mind, my breathing, my perceptions. The stream is variant, diverse, sometimes hugely full, flowing up through small side channels, even taking out the little bridge one time last summer. Other times, all polished boulders, small puddles. Everything is volcanic here, water can percolate down into the earth easily, but up in the mountains it rains a lot, sending more water down. Such simple things, but so often ignored, such small things the place reveals.