I went to bed with the idea of doing a tarot reading on certain topics that have been plaguing me lately. (FYI, I used my favorite deck, which is the Night Sun Tarot and has earned the nick name “the Eviscerator” for its direct temperament. See images below.) Two cards fell out while shuffling that […]Read more "Making Divine Choices"
This series of posts will expand upon the “Goals & Ideas for Members” now part of the Pagan Environmental Alliance‘s Mission. Though not exhaustive, I hope they will provide inspiration. Please share further ideas, insights, and suggestions! ~*~ Outside of Pagan Pride Days, festivals, and cozy private meetups; beyond the comfort of anonymity; beyond the wilderness […]Read more "Embracing Pride"
The story goes* that there was once a youth of such beauty in ancient Greece, that Zeus could not help but to fall in love with him. Of course, Hera forbid the consummation of her husband’s lust and, of course, Zeus did it any way in his own clever ways. He transformed into an eagle […]Read more "Dawning of the Age of"
I believe in magick–to a certain extent–and I also believe in the natural history of the world, so often devoid of the mystical. Here is my argument for the reality, and usefulness, of magick: For starters, we have to acknowledge that our current worldview is essentially devoid of magick. We might say this was the […]Read more "Arguing for Magick"
I will be the first to admit I am not so sure about astrology and the planets’ effect on human destiny. Sometimes I act like I agree and I will discuss the subject until I am about waist deep and I lost my thread. Truth is, the logical part of my brain knows that horoscopes aren’t […]Read more "When Mercury Goes Retrograde"
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"