Tag Archives: Hera

Lesser Eleusinian Mysteries

“The ultimate design of the Mysteries […] was to lead us back to the principles from which we descended, […] a perfect enjoyment of intellectual [spiritual] good” (Plato, trans. Taylor). In the town of Eleusis, twelve miles from Athens, anyone with a desire to honor the Two Goddesses and know the truths of life and […]

Dionysus & the Anthesteria, Festival of Love & Death

“We are mortals. It’s not possible for us to maintain that peak of pure experience, of divine joy, indefinitely. Some try and manage an intimacy with him which most can only dream of–but even the greatest mystic must eventually come down from the mountain and walk amid the mortal world. And for some this can […]

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 […]

Meditation & Wood- and Bone-Work

What does it mean to “take the time”? It’s something I’ve been struggling with immensely of late. I’ve written before of how I need to write to turn inwards, clear my head, and function at my best–so why is my hand-written journal and grimoire not filled daily with poetry written from tree-limbs under leaf-canopy shade […]

The Tower

My last post was written while my fear was still very fresh. I feel far stronger now, having discussed it with the Gods and Allies and my spiritually-inclined, spirit-guided and highly intuitive roommate; having bathed myself and the room in peppermint, tea tree, and rose water and being very direct and threatening with the presence that was […]

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 […]

Spirit Moon Nightmares

I admit, he frightens me (almost as much as the insects–especially the enormous slugs and pincher-bugs–that prevented me from cleaning up my ritual mess in the garden last night, out of sheer and absolutely inexplicable terror). He has been laughing at me for a while now; his creepy crazed cackling has served as a challenge. […]