The Word Creates the Thing It Names

Not ex nihilo, out of nothingness, For nothingness does not exist. The word selects what adds up to a name From all the possibilities we might perceive. We see what we name; the name comes first.                         Truth bore names into our world for love of us,                        Because we cannot learn it without names.   Because there was a morning when words quit Their normal job of filtering out most of reality, Because I know how William Blake… Read more

New York Gardnerians: Judith Harrow (1946-2014)[1]

At Samhain 1976, Judy Harrow attended her first Wiccan circle and knew that she had found what she had been looking for all her life. She joined Margot Adler’s study group, about which she has written,[2] My “Gardnerian” training was unique, especially for its time. Not just unique among Gardnerians, unique among Wiccans. By the time I came along, Margot had finished the Questionnaire, the visiting, and the extensive in-depth interviewing. She was in the process of digesting the material… Read more

Nihil Humanum

[ I should note that this is from 1997, at the worst of my illness.]    Seven red temptations have I felt: Of seductive bitterness at the edge Where I begin to descend into clinging Fog, turning light grey, dark grey, black.   Of relief as I return to my sweet abuser.   Of the bright taste of alcohol After years of brown sobriety Even knowing I will descend Into the dull inferno From which I may never rise again…. Read more

Faith

In the holy of holies The boy from the hearth Has already drunk the juice From her sacred poppies. He is not afraid As he is swung through the fire That can be seen from miles away. When the swing returns, On it is a black ram. On its fleece the initiates Will stand next year As they take their oaths.   As he raises the knife, Abraham is not afraid. He already knows The still, small voice Will speak… Read more

Baptism

As his right arm supports me, I hold his left arm with both hands. Gently he lowers me Back, down, beneath the surface.   In the water, undeceived, From the angels’ bonds relieved, I by mercy now reprieved From the cell where first Eve fell. All of Heaven in me dwells. I know the Wisdom of my self And the glory of the Love Whose name I claim forevermore.   As I rise from the water I know that I… Read more

New York: Blue Star Tradition

The early days of the Blue Star tradition. Read more

The Necessity of Dreaming

I have told the artists in my classes My self is not a mountain peak; It is a floating island. When I fall asleep, it sinks beneath The surface of the infinitely Compassionate water.   Mermaids in their denim overalls Swim through the passageways, Adjusting dials and gauges, Filling tanks, and singing, each to each, In a language I cannot understand. If I were not to dream at all (The brainwashing experts say It takes only seventy-two hours), My self… Read more

The Allegory of the Diamond

But this is not about pyramids,hexagons, the hardness of diamonds, it is about understanding the Gods. Read more

OH to NY to AL: Claude Lawrence Cornett

Larry Cornett has worked tirelessly on and for the Craft for almost 40 years. The story of his work, spread over at least four states, stitches together many strands of the tapestry, yet he has never received nor, I think, wanted any great measure of public acclaim. Here is the beginning of the story he sent me on Nov. 15, 2009. Larry is rather ill right now. He deserves and needs your thoughts. I was born on August 28, 1947,… Read more

About Naming Ostara, Litha, and Mabon

Over the years people have wanted to argue with me about which Sabbat Mabon should be associated with. Their arguments have been sensible, but not relevant, because that is not the question I was trying to answer. My question was, What myth might have been associated with the fall equinox? Read more




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