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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 the Intrinsic Subjectivity of Religion

What the heck, a blog post, because Twitter is a pants medium for something this nuanced. (Don’t worry about the lack of meaningful context, I’m just not going to put these 2500 words on Twitter.) And I didn’t make it to church today so I might as well pontificate instead.

A starting-out note: I saw an article on a study a while back that showed distributions of religiosity in populations. Neurotypical people have a distribution that’s roughly even: each quintile had about a fifth of the population. Autistics, on the other hand, showed a distinct parabolic curve – low population in the middle, indifferent quintile, high populations among atheists and the strongly religious. I do not know how much of my process will be useful or even comprehensible to allistics; of the people who have gotten the stripped-down and idealized version, the ones who have explicitly told me they found it useful have been people I suspect of some form of neuroatypicality.

(The stripped-down and idealized version of the religious selection process goes like this. First pass selection: find what makes you a better person. From those choices: find what makes you a happier person. From those choices: select the most beautiful. A note: all of these are necessarily subjective evaluations.)

This is a post about effective seeking for religious structure from the perspective of someone whose early religious upbringing did not provide it. I can’t speak to finding satisfying religious experience from upbringing, personally; I can imagine versions of myself that might have done so, but that is not the actuality. (I can imagine myself having been largely satisfied with a Jewish, Hindu, Shinto, or Vodou upbringing, none of which are common cradle religions for my ethnic background.)

And I’m putting in a cut if I can remember how. Many long.
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Embodiment, Theology, and Ursula K. Le Guin

I wrote about the passing of Ursula K. Le Guin over on the authorblog already, but of course there is always so much more to write, to say, to mull over, at times like these.

I wasn’t going to write here, but then I was reading so many of the explosions of comments, of articles, […]

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 […]

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 […]