• The True Faith is the life of the follower, without it he is nothing, with it he has contained something of all creation. Robert Cochrane
    "The Faith of the Wise", published in Pentagram (4), November 1965

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  • 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 […]
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  • The Art of Being A God
    It’s interesting having one foot in reconstructionist religion and one foot in religious witchcraft, for a lot of reasons. One of the things that I’ve been thinking about lately is the shape of how the gods appear within the context […]
  • Mythopoeia
    Continuing with rambling on the topic of my exploration of pagan movement history, another critical concept: mythopoeia. The word means, literally, “myth-making”, and it is one of the near inescapable traits of at least the origin points of pagan religions. […]
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    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 […]

Akhet

Ember days, hidden ways
Mist-wrapped gate and holy gaze

Hunting horn, stolen corn,
To this struggle to be sworn

Red-tipped white, black as night
Chilling howl and deadly bite

Giving chase to famine’s face
Restore the harvest to its place

Stalker sly, battle high
Casting wealth towards the sky

Ember dark, sacred mark,
Closed the gate and hid the spark.


These are the old ways
The wolf ways
To go nowhere unarmed
To be with your back to the fire
To look into the dark.

To go into the dark
To face the enemies of life
And take back
What they have stolen
And give it
To the world.


Green and white, flowers’ dawn
Green and gold, the harvest cusp
Red and gold, shades’ wealth
Red and white, blood on the snow