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"
“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"
Interrogating myself and what I believe in has taken me a long time, but perhaps it is now time that it bear fruit. Perhaps this is where I set it down, for myself, to see if the argument holds weight. Bear with me, this post is deeply personal. By 2008, I was finishing my Anthropology […]Read more "Defining My Faith"
I have an image of the death of our great potential indelibly burned into my mind. A wasted land holds the broken people of a mighty civilization that spoke across the world in seconds without uttering a word, split the atom to devastating effect and tantalizing promise, and traveled the sky on chariots burning ancient […]Read more "Calling the Keepers"