In the Name of the Goddess, I Say to You . . .

All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean - In scorn of which I sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom I desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and echo.It was a virtue not to stay, To go my headstrong and heroic way Seeking her out at the volcano's head, Among pack ice, or where the track had faded Beyond the cavern of the seven sleepers: Whose broad high brow was white as any leper's, Whose eyes were … [Read more...]

A Choice for the Erinyes of Victimhood

A reader recently commented on one of my blogs dealing with sexuality that I was being pursued by the “Erinyes of Victimhood” (a felicitous phrase), who certainly were never going to believe anything I might say. I have been accused of “mansplaining,” of being a “leering chauvinist,” and so on. I do not believe any of my wives or lovers have ever thought of me that way.  Perhaps he’s right, but I hope I can bring a message to those who are still suffering: there is a solution. I hope they can bel … [Read more...]

What If Witches Are the Genuine Christians? — Goddess Murder II

I had completed much more writing linked to my Goddess Murder project, and it was not obvious what to do with it. I experimented with doing a sequel or a prequel or . . . but the protagonist/narrator needed to rewrite his earlier effort in order to deal with new information he became privy to after the end of the events he described. So this revision is significantly longer and includes some very new materials, especially The Acts of Mary, which continues her history from Jesus’ death down to h … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 36: The Holy Apostle Mary Sings of Her Husband; Dante II

XL. The Holy Apostle Mary Sings of Her Husband [An excerpt from the Gaulish Chronicles as translated by S. Dugan and A. Verrazano] When I was young, I waited for him, not knowing when he would come, or even if he would come.I did not know what he would look like; I had forgotten his appearance after I left our Father’s house.I dreamed of him, knowing that I loved him.On my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.Then he came to do his F … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 32: Aradia’s First Revelation; Avalon 2

XXXIV. The First Revelation Discourse When Aradia, my mother, began to be a woman, her mother Diana called her and said, "I must tell you the story of Ara­dia, whom you are named after. She had come to teach us Witch­craft, but the Christians arrested her and murdered her."I had thought she was dead, but on the following day, as I was walking in the woods where we were hiding, I heard a voice be­hind me, and turning, I saw a woman, shin­ing more brightly than the noonday sun, and I fell at h … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 31: First Night in Avalon

XXXIII. Avalon I As all men are alike (tho’ infinitely various), so all Religions, and as all similars, have one source. The true Man is the source, he being the Poetic Genius. As all men are alike in outward form, so (and with the same infinite variety) all are alike in the Poetic Genius. . . . the Poetic Genius is the true Man, and . . . the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius.As none by traveling over known lands can find out the unknown, so from already a … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 30: Aradia in Hades

XXXII.  Hades She is walking along a path through the forest, wearing a white robe, tied with a black cord; from it hangs a sheathed dagger. On her head is a tiara with a crescent moon in front. She wears a necklace of large black and amber beads. There are bracelets on her arms, rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes.She looks about, with a puzzled expression. “There were flames.”Beside her a wolf, a lion, and a bear are pacing. An eagle swoops back and forth along the path. Poin … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 28: The Captivity of Aradia

XXX. Captivity We had our camps in the forest, under the trees, and in the even­ings Aradia would teach us, sometimes by words, sometimes by dan­cing, sometimes by singing, and sometimes by making love to us. She would almost always cast a circle about us, and tell us that the rules of the ordinary world did not matter in the circle, that the circle was between the worlds of men and of the Gods. In the circle she would anoint us with fragrant oils, and show us how to work magic upon one a … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 27: North to Sonoma, Part II

XXIX. North to Sonoma II “That’s enough about me,” I said. “What kind of hereditary Witch are you?”She laughed. “It’s our family tradition. We believe we’ve always followed our own religion, not Christianity, though sometimes we had to pretend in order to survive. It was our enemies who labeled us Witches—that’s not what we called ourselves—but many communities have adopted the name used by their critics: Quakers, Mormons, Cathars, perhaps even the term Christian itself. Our tradition is car … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 26: The Sermon to the Prostitutes

XXVIII. The Sermon to the Prostitutes  As Aradia was speaking, a young woman in the crowd, a prostitute named Diana, pushed her way forward, wearing only a linen cloth about her body. The other women tried to hold her back; but she left the linen cloth in their hands and came to Aradia naked. Aradia drew Diana to her side, and kissed and caressed her. They looked at each other, each saw that the other was fair, and they loved one another.Aradia said to Diana, “Today you shall be with me in p … [Read more...]


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