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  • Unsettled Time
    We are living in unsettled time. Wp Rnpt has ended the time between time, the Days Upon the Year in which time is upended and unordered, but time is still not aligned fully. We have space in which action exists, in which we can uphold the world, set ma’at in its place, the leverage to […]
  • Just a quick note
    I’ve updated my bio page with a link to Les Cabinets Des Polytheistes, where my story “Spine of the World” is published (and in which people can play Spot The Netjer if they are so inclined), and my less-specific webspace Suns in Her Branches, which is broader than this space (which is specifically for reconstructionist-derived […]
  • Opet article is up
    And can be read here.Filed under: Patheos Links
  • On Falling in Love
    For a long time, whenever I wanted to talk about the experience of conversion when I found Kemeticism, I talked about falling in love. It wasn’t just “Oh, this religious concept works for me,” it was a passionate thing, an […]
  • Eclipse Magic
    I am eight. I have been given a subscription to the magazine Sky & Telescope as part of our preparation for Halley’s Comet, and I read through it, earnestly trying to make sense of the articles, studying the pictures. I […]
  • Hills of the Horizon: The Past is Another Country
    The problem with extrapolation from history is that nothing is testable. The evolution of a religion over time is not a predictable and easily comprehensible thing, where we can look at a point in time and say, "It was like this then, so it would be like that now." The process of deciding what needs […]

On Salvation and Werewolves

As a pagan, I have spent a great deal of time resenting the concept of “salvation”. I did not see a place for it in my cosmology; I did not perceive a fallen creation, or a need to expiate sins, and I had no fear of a supernatural damnation to meet me at the end of my life. (I have a number of canned rants on the subject that I can pop the lids off when appropriate, in fact. And have been known to do so to my own mild amusement in “theist”/atheist flamewars, just to demonstrate that a non-conservative-Christian theology is near-literally invisible.)

Of course, some years ago the Reverend Mark Morrison-Reed was the guest preacher at my church, and gave his brilliant “Dragged Kicking and Screaming Into Heaven sermon. That link is to the basic text thereof, but it of course varies when he gives it, and this video includes the line, “The lived experience of our faith had to precede its theological articulation”. And he speaks about the experience of initiation.

He is worth watching, by the way, though I know throwing a half hour of investment is no small thing. (I never watch videos people link in blogs either.)

So, yeah, that spoke to me. Pretty hard, all around – when I spoke to him after he gave it he commented, “I saw you in the pews. I saw you were with me.” And I was. I remember thinking about the threads of Kemetic theology that he was iterating there, like they were strings on a harp that needed to be plucked, and my own thoughts about the nature of the divine, and the necessity for the articulation of actual religious, transformative experience rather than dry declarations of principle.

I love that sermon so much, but I still didn’t give a lot of thought to the concept of actual salvation.

And then I started prodding at this werewolf thing. And there’s no going at the werewolf thing that doesn’t touch on the conceptual validity of Hell.

And that of course gets tangled up with soteriology right quick. Hell and the Devil and so on, and in ways that don’t actually get answered with the glib (and universalist!) comment I had in the stock quips bag: “If there’s a Hell to worry about then Jesus failed.” (The stock quips bag never had any “Not a Satanist/don’t believe in the Devil” contents, unlike many pagans.)

But Thiess was uninterested in the usual trappings of salvation, at least as far as we know. After all, he did not attend church, claimed not to understand it, but he was very concerned about the harvest, about the things stolen by the devil and squirreled away in Hell. Salvation was immediate, urgent, and about the process of regular living – embodied and about living in the world, not in a hypothetical next world.

The work of salvation, of rescuing from the silos of Hell, was never complete, but iterated year after year, several times a year, breaking out that which would be taken away and returning it to the community. That which is being saved is each life in the community, preserved for another harvest, and another, by the opposition to that which swallows up the work of farming and does not spit out a harvest.

There is no getting saved and having done with it.

And salvation is not something that one can put off into an afterlife. It is a part of the work of being here and now, that effort to expend a little more to step up and rescue something. A life. A seed. A moment. Not for some nebulous hereafter, but for the actual tomorrow.

Nor will they say “Behold here!” or “There!”, behold indeed the Kingdom of God is within you(plural).

Luke 17:21

An Autistic God

I have been thinking a lot, on and off, as part of my processing around placing myself on the spectrum after all this time, about Set as an autistic god.

Not a “god of autism”, an autistic god.

I think about it because of the ambivalence with which he is often treated in the mythologies: […]

In the Cold There Are Candles

The sanctuary is bright, bright, the severe Puritan white of everything moderated by the jeweltone quilt hung in the front and the two immense squares hanging from the balcony windows on either side, two immense squares bearing names, remembrances, handprints, love expressed in pen and quilting, years of life. Most from the forties or fifties […]

Tangled Up In Blue

I mutter, rummaging through my supplies cabinet, wondering where I stashed my bluing. The water is running in the tub already, and I go back to check on it several times before I think to look in the chest where I have been storing some Craft supplies and find it there, both bottles.

I drizzle […]

On the Naming of Cats (and other Things)

It’s been a while since I’ve been competent to write. Which is sort of a problem all around, given how much of my life and my work are built around the writing.

A bit less than two weeks ago, I decided to read through a couple of webpages that had discussion of traits that are […]