• “The secret is not to dream,” she whispered. “The secret is to wake up. Waking up is harder. I have woken up and I am real. I know where I come from and I know where I’m going. You cannot fool me anymore. Or touch me. Or anything that is mine.” Terry Pratchett
    The Wee Free Men

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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 […]

Upon an Earnest Thinkpiece

I read an earnest thinkpiece Well-meaning, I am sure.

And it said: We leftists have the privilege To make our choice to vote On principle Not survival It talked of fishing regulations And other policy positions Of livelihoods lost And nothing gained

And I read it and marveled At what it said about The people […]

Antinoan Poetry

Was talking with some mates about the cultus of Antinous last night and got some interesting pinging, which led to this.

I know you Who drowned in troubles So far from a home You lost long ago

I know you Who gave your youth away To a power You could not resist

I know you […]

Sma

U N I T E Let me tell you the Hollow place Secret, Child: Behind your heart You have a void That fills your mouth To hold your life With power A place Speaks To keep your breath In hidden names The space To hold For creating The sky […]