A History of the Craft in America: California and Councils, Part V, 1974-1975

As I mentioned, many important changes took place in 1973 within at least half a dozen different Traditions. I’m starting with events in California in the mid-1970s, not because they were the only developments at that time, but they turned out to have national implications. Read more

A Request and Previews

A request for positive reviews of this blog, and some previews of upcoming posts. Read more

On the Nature of the Gods

The passion of the Gods is not a calm and boring bliss. It is a sensual riot. The Gods do not dwell elsewhere, in the sky, in another, nonphysical universe, at some other time or place. They are always here among us, in the only universe there is. Read more

Rodin and Claudel

Artists sleep with their models and paint / Their lovers, fall in love and fall again. / Women are always in their lives. / Art needs love, as life needs rain. Read more

Another Song of Innocence: The Kitten

My loyal readers may have noticed that I like William Blake a lot. In his first major collection, the Songs of Innocence and Experience, each poem about Innocence is paired with one about Experience. His best-known poem, The Tyger, is paired with one about a lamb. Read more

A Dialogue of Angels

What existed before the beginning? “Before” and “beginning” are irrelevant. Time is not primordial, nor is space or matter or energy. Read more

On Being Outside All the Boxes

Having been working (for a long time) on a novel about the same alternative universe as in my Goddess Murder, I have been looking for books on Mary Magdalene, the Gnostics, and suchlike. Recently I found Secrets of Mary Magdalene. Don’t be put off by the title. It is a well-balanced anthology of interviews with and essays by the leading scholars, largely women, of Gnosticism, early Christianity, and related fields, and by women novelists, not the hack writers whose forgettable… Read more

“History” — Part III

Canon    15. Innocence: The Sorceress  Blake told you and told you: you never heard. There’s only the single speechless word. It verberates your wordy skies, It multiplies your bawdy ground. As sound is unified with word, The Lord is unified with sound.   I am She who dances on the face Of the waters, ignorant of light. Over, ever, harrowing your rock, I dance the clothless customs of the air. I swing my heels in demption’s tree, I toss… Read more

“History” — Part II

[For an overview of this poem and its complete title, please see the previous blog.] Second Theme 7. Sunlight When the whirled is all inhuman Flower, what can I say To the angel flaming Flower-spectrumed in Eden? Shall I ask this angel Who’s got my mind in hock, Who burns my eyeballs green, Who strips the gears of my soul Naked, for wisdom? No, It’s the always instant Of knowing nakedness That makes us men. When self Begins to speak… Read more

“History” — Part I

In December 1963 I had a spontaneous series of altered states that lasted for about three weeks. In the center of it was an ecstatic conversion experience much like what had happened to me at age 14. Most people have no idea that such an experience is even possible. Those who do know about it think that it is always a conversion from one set of beliefs or faith community to another. In my case, and I think in many… Read more