The combination of some trial runs, an intense spirituality, unbridled Ego, and a limitless slave contingent can create amazing things (pyramids) or incredibly evil things (The Third Reich). [Read more…]
Existing in eternal, radial time is hard for us to comprehend, and so some of the Gods actions (or non-actions) may seem baffling to us, in our limited linear-time, 3-D persepctive. My favorite line from the movie “Oh God!” is George Burns’ God explaining to John Denver, “When I woke up this morning, Sigmund Freud was still in Medical School.” [Read more…]
How many Angels can dance on the head of a pin? Well as I see it, we got two problems here: 1), define this term “Angel”, and 2), what type of pin are we talking about? Hat pins? Needles? The firing pins of guns offer a comparatively large dance floor, but if you are talking about angels and firing pins, well, then we have a whole other set of issues to deal with. [Read more…]
So as I was standing in the middle of a redwood grove, in the middle of 80 cheering celebrants, wearing a bright green corduroy jacket with gold lamé trim, tights, a cutlass and a top hat – right as I was about to kiss my High Priestess, who was wearing a red Renaissance era ball gown, and who was a man named Skot, my mind decided that was the moment to consider the question: What in the HELL was I doing? [Read more…]
Some folks end up with these Teetering Towers of Doom altars – sky-high parfaits of leaves, trinkets, feathers, pictures, rocks, melted wax, shells, knives, unopened mail, dust, calcified corn dollies, unidentified compost filler, ribbons from Pantheacon and a broken pestle with a missing mortar. This – this is not helping. [Read more…]
Church, to a Witch, is whenever you step outside in the morning. Church is when Mother Moon rises. Church is when you take a strange way home from work one day and later learn there was a car accident on the main path. Church is when you wake up crying tears of joy over a beautiful dream that showed you the way through a problem. Church is feeling the sublime stillness at the moment of the Summer Solstice and knowing exactly where you are on the Wheel of the Year. [Read more…]
Flailing in Sunnyvale: I’m a Pagan with no musical talent and no rhythm. I have a horrible singing voice, can’t keep a beat, and I’m a terrible dancer. At large group ritual there’s often no place for the musically challenged, and I’m not sure how to bow out of the singing and/or dancing without offending people. What should I do?
Dear Flail – What should you do? I think you should wait in the car. [Read more…]