Part 2 Pagans in the World By the light of the Great Bonfire, we witnessed how the wrongs inflicted on native people and African people, continued to this day, were part of a cycle in European history. It began with the Roman Empire, forcing cultural hegemony upon conquered Gaelic and Germanic tribes, and continued […]Read more "Lighting the Shadows 2"
Part 1 The Ancestors Calling This is the first out of three blog posts in a series. They are my personal thoughts condensed into writing, therefore, it reflects my personal view on some pretty big issues. It is not my intent to admonish or heap blame on anyone here. I acknowledge the ancestral debt […]Read more "Lighting the Shadows 1"
It hasn’t been a splendid year. I have see-sawed between inspired heights and turbulent lows, and even now it’s hard to tell what the sum total of 2017 will be like. There is much room for catastrophe, but I am also more prepared now than ever. At least now I can at least see the […]Read more "Seeing the Path"
Today, the man who abdicated his position as “Leader of the Free World” through ignorance, ego, bigotry and despotism, dealt a serious blow to the world’s effort to combat climate change: Today is also the start of hurricane season, forecast to be worse in every way, while the southeastern Florida coast expects yet more […]Read more "Seeking Strength"
“And the call isn’t out there at all It’s inside me It’s like the tide Always falling and rising” From “I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)” Forget the Disney synopsis, this movie is about our current moment and the awakening of Spirit in our lives and society. I know because it calls to me […]Read more "Awakening Spirit"
It was strange to hear from a trusted friend and experienced practitioner of the Ars Magika that the very public place we were holding our full moon ritual felt like an old ceremonial center. As far as I could tell, Downtown West Palm Beach had never been any such thing. Of course, nearly anything is […]Read more "Sitting with Spirit"
I sit at a crossroads of sorts where Clematis Street, in Downtown West Palm Beach, is bifurcated eastward. Cars and people stream by, enjoying themselves in necessary oblivion. Sometimes the fountain behind me is running, creating a blanket of white noise. In the February heat of South Florida, evaporation loads the salty air off the […]Read more "Evenings at the Night Camp"