Tag Archives: Aenghus Mac Óg

Samhain Reflections on Transition

One thing I have loved about the Pacific Northwest since moving here as a child is just how markedly observable the seasonal changes are up here. While I’m sure I just didn’t take the time when I was young to notice the smaller seasonal changes that occur in my southern California birthplace, I love how […]

Feeling Their Presence

I sprang awake this morning at 5 am with the strange compulsion to write my will, the contents of which I had just dreamed of in their entirety. Never before had I considered writing a will, but the season of death and getting cozy with your ancestors will do that to you. I also awoke […]

Profound Love, Forgiveness & Change, the Purest Forms of Suffering

That sunny warm Beltaine deep in the marshes, when I made my first oath to the gods, the spirits, and the ancestors, sticky with witch’s ointment and sweat from hiking–a combination that stirred up potent visions–I prayed to Aenghus with all my might that he may bring someone into my life to whom I might […]

The Edgy Mead Moon Mood

After a night dreaming of necromancy performed deep in the hearts of garden labyrinths (I have been reading too many grimoires!), I spent a lovely day wandering aimlessly through Virginia Beach and Norfolk with Leo. He was attempting to deliver me to the latest Obama campaign phone bank to open in the area, but we […]

Worshippers to the Front-Lines: Another Pagan on 2012, God-Recruitment, and the Growing Darkness

When you open yourself to the Gods, the Dead, and the Spirits, when you weave magic and develop *ghos-ti- with your Allies, it is only a matter of time before the Darkness weeds its way in. The signs of war were unclear to me until I’d read how others had pieced together these various happenings […]

*ghos-ti- and Offending Your Allies

I am a Witch, a shapeshifter, a pious polytheist, animist, and necromancer, and a Dedicant Druid–but unfortunately this does not make me exempt from being an idiot. I have offended the Gods, broken promises when I was too young and ignorant to make them (fortunately these were not binding oaths and vows made in ritual, […]

Indigenous Identity, or Why I Can’t Drink from My Own Well

I decided to join the Pagan Blog Project band-wagon! This post is greatly inspired by the recent PBP post “Indigenous Way” by Lucius Svartwulf, about embracing one’s own indigenous culture. Many Pagans struggle with identity, with trying to squish the vastness of their personal practices and faiths into a single label. I still remember how […]