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 […]
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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: […] 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 […] 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 […] The service ended on the vehement command: “Spend the afternoon! You can’t take it with you!” I feel the church year proper has begun at last. Rank by rank again we stand, from the four winds gathered hither. Loud the hallowed walls demand whence we come and how, and whither. There are times I feel […] |
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