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  • CowOfGold Moving
    An update on my previous post: Cow of Gold will have a new home here when the maintainer has a chance to put up the site again (with some revisions, apparently). Advertisements
  • Minor Call for Nerdy Action
    I know I’ve been profoundly absent for a while – my research stuff has gone a bit by the wayside – but I wanted to bring something to people’s attention: The Egyptian mythology/symbology resource “Cow of Gold is hosted on Wikispaces, which is Going Away. Not all of the pages of Cow of Gold are […]
  • 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 […]

RSS A Star in the Sycamore

  • 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 […]

RSS Hills of the Horizon

  • 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 […]

Bread and Roses

Let’s just stick to this image:

A tall woman comes up to the front of the chapel, pink hat over steel hair and freckled brown skin. When she begins to sing her voice is uneven, imperfect, strained:

“Put on your face….”

She makes it through the verse, takes a breath.

The congregation starts in, unevenly, […]

March 19th, 2017 | Category: Maat, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Start in the Landscape

Imagine, if you would, the landscape of Egypt-of-old.

Think of the sharp divides that the dry air leave between day and night. Think of the sudden line between the desert and the fertile land, and the way the flood presses back the sand, and the sand presses back the flood. Think of the river flowing […]

March 11th, 2017 | Category: Maat, Politics, Reconstruction | Comments are closed

Sometimes I Want To Be More Substantial Than A Reblog

There’s a thing going around tumblr that I’ve now seen a half dozen times, most recently here, which is:

Reblog if you tell yourself a “bedtime story” at night to help yourself get to sleep

It can be anything…a fanfic, a headcanon, a personal fantasy, an original story, smut, whatever. Just reblog if you think […]

November 18th, 2016 | Category: Daimon, Fiction Writing, Narrative, Personal Practice | Comments are closed

One of Seven Heavens

(Changed my crossposter settings to do the whole post over to tumblr, so we’ll see how that goes, huh? I was not happy with how the thing handled the Antinoan Poetry entry.)

Today, I find myself thinking of many things. This is the third post I’ve started. We’ll see if I finish it.

I am, […]

November 9th, 2016 | Category: Maat, Mysticism, Politics, Witchcraft | One comment - (Comments are closed)

Wondering Woman

Hearing a recording of Malala Yousafzai speaking can apparently make me start leaking tears.

Here is the text of the speech.

Here is a chunk of that:

Though I appear as one girl, though I appear as one girl, one person, who is 5 foot 2 inches tall, if you include my high heels. (It […]

October 25th, 2016 | Category: Narrative, Politics, Pop Culture, Sunday Reflection, Symbolism | Comments are closed
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