Bending the fourth dimension to fashion an artificially long day will only create a well along the time space continuum, and in no time (ha – sorry) a starship from some Star Trek spin-off series will appear in orbit. [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…]
The Darkness that we witches utilize is merely the cream off the top of the Can O’ Dark. The idiots who pulled off the Boston marathon bombing had been supping on the dregs from the bottom of the can, as well as getting high off of the fumes. [Read more…]
The challenge from Patheos: Explain your faith in 200 words or less. Well, first off, it’s not a Faith; it’s a Practice……but, Challenge: Accepted! Except, these words here don’t count towards the total. This is just the prologue; the explanation; the set-up. The real words, the countdown clock – the deadline! Start…..right……now: [Read more…]