Traveling Toward Birth

By William Murphy from Dublin, Ireland [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Two nights ago my dreams were full of bus stations and train stations. I was travelling sometimes alone sometimes with a male companion. Sometimes I would be alone but would know that I had to find the male companion. The companion was sometimes a small child and sometimes an adult. Sometimes he seemed like he was a son of mine, or a grandson of mine, other times I knew that he was just a friend. He was a close friend, though, like family to me.We kept getting lost in the bus stations or on … [Read more...]

The Logic of Disenchantment

Cyril Mann--"Dark Satanic Mills"

Think, if you will, upon the earth below your feet. Consider the worlds of life in the soil, the dance and struggles of unseen lives breaking down and building up the very stuff upon which our lives are built. Think on that soil, sustaining the pillars of our homes, bequeathing nourishment to the fecundity of trees and plants whose roots reach deeply into its dark loam--delving ever farther down while reaching up towards the light of sun, star and moon. Think of the rain dripping from leaf and … [Read more...]

Energy Signatures of Place

Over the last week and a bit I've been reading and studying the book The Secret Teachings of Plants: The Intelligence of the Heart in the Direct Perception of Nature by Stephen Harrod Buhner. It's a fabulous book, and I recommend it highly. The initial reason that it was recommended to me was as a way to take my healing practice and herbal knowledge to the next level. It has certainly done that. It has also given me some new metaphors to use for other areas of magickal work and thinking about … [Read more...]

The Magician, The World

The Magician

Our life is no dream; however, it should be, and perhaps one day shall be.--NovalisThere are gates to the Other everywhere.There is a delicate and brilliant rapture in the wilds, the forests, the forgotten places which have not heard the echoes of mortals for centuries. Or the ancient pilgrim sites, the holy wells and temples, the towering Buddhas and the resounding Cathedrals. The incomprehensible vastness of the sea, or the mountains, or the deserts, or the stars.And there are … [Read more...]

Urban Witchcraft: The Power of Place in the City

This article is a reprisal of one of my first on Patheos.  It's my "Top 10 Tips" for cultivating a sense of Place in an urban environment; a feat that did not come easy for me.  I was reared on a family farm with hundreds of acres as my garden.  I roamed barefoot from sun-up till sun-down, engaging in more risk-taking behavior than my parents would ever want to know about!  Snake spoke to me, coyote sang his eerie song, and bobcat warned me about what happens when you meet Other, out past your be … [Read more...]

The Train as Merkava

Train Tracks

It was two days before Thanksgiving. One of my coworkers had sent out an email late the night before asking if we all wanted to cowork in Seattle the next day. We're almost never all in the same city, so sitting in the same room for a few hours would be good. I sent a reply back that I couldn't. I was still in Chicago and wouldn't be in Seattle until Friday. I was hopping on the Empire Builder train at 2:15 on Wednesday afternoon. The next day as I was heading to a meeting right near the train … [Read more...]

The Song of the Other

steBarbe12

Alder staff in hand, boot-shod feet sore from several days of hard-trudging, I walked slowly through fading day of the fleeting summer to the tiny village of Sainte-Barbe. To my left the sea and descending sun, to my right the fields of gorse and grass concealing ancient standing stones, and always ahead the image of my destination--its wind-worn spire rising steadily in the distance.In the village, I shook off my boots and hooded tunic, laid my staff against an old stone wall and entered … [Read more...]


CLOSE | X

HIDE | X