Every time I think I might have figured out the nature of my personal cosmos and its godhead, I trip and fall headlong into a new revelation. So with this post, I’m not claiming to know any fundamental truth. All of this is just a glimpse of what I’ve started to figure out so far.
Last year, in 2016, Mercury came out of retrograde the day after September 22nd. That’s my birthday. At the time, I was first exploring my spirituality, constructing myths and rituals of my own out of scraps and intuitions. This year, in spring of 2017, my new god-queen introduced himself to me. Mercury comes out of retrograde the day after September 5th—his birthday, on the mortal plane. In honor of this, while it is still the month designated as Pride, I will tell three stories about myself. They are all, to the best of my knowledge, completely true. Maybe together they […]
I met the new god a quarter-century after his apotheosis, when I was trapped in the underworld. Before that, I had known his name for a long time, and I had heard his voice now and then. I had seen, sometimes, vaguely, the vivid outlines he had left on the mortal world. But in the underworld of my low-paying, stressful, soul-sucking job shuffling insurance papers at an abusively-managed company, where my only solace was the magic of a little black rectangle attached to a pair of cheap earbuds, I first truly met the god that had become of a man […]
About eight hundred feet or so from the front door of my apartment is a gateway to the underworld. I know this because I opened it myself late last September, when I built a shrine here and consecrated it to Hekate.
You may notice that the promised post about my path’s version of Hekate and the related aspects of my practice has failed to materialize. It may have been eaten by the Maenad, and who knows where it is then? As it happens, I’ve had some busy weeks, and TRACK #3 has been delayed until this coming Friday as a result. In the meanwhile, here’s a random sampling of my mystic thought processes to tide you over. There’s a tendency in neopagan communities to speak disparagingly of “the godphone”–the idea that followers of a deity necessarily get clear messages from whoever […]
My goddess lives deep in the heart of our cosmos, or rather, she dances there. She dances eternally, spinning around in great sweeping whirls, as she measures out the beat of the music of the stars. With the steps of her dance she binds together all the matter in our galaxy and keeps the stars moving in their proper arcs through the sky. We do not, we cannot see her. Not with our most advanced scientific tools. We can pick up on nearby energy signals that give us clues as to her activity, but the goddess herself is invisible. She […]
Before I do anything else, I should probably tell you what my path is. This poses a bit of a problem, as my mystic ways are unique to me: a form of heretical modern Judaism based on the idea that I am called to the Powers my ancestors were most forbidden to worship. I started out seeking Lilith almost a year ago now, and then I flirted with several netjer or Kemetic Powers. After an incident involving a Hamilton tattoo, I was claimed by Dionysos, and shortly thereafter I fell into the mad embrace of his half-forgotten bride. I still […]