Seated goddess, probably Persephone on her throne in the underworld, Severe style ca 480–60, found at Tarentum, Magna Graecia (Pergamon Museum, Berlin)

Seated goddess, probably Persephone on her throne in the underworld, Severe style ca 480–60, found at Tarentum, Magna Graecia (Pergamon Museum, Berlin)

We often think of the Gods and what They can do. We often think about our relationship in terms of the Gods and mortals. It seems that the next step from there is to discuss ancestral veneration. The latter has been on the increase among some sectors of Pagandom, but there is surely more than that? We have a host of Powers that are ripe, practically begging in some cases, to be recognized so that mortals can return to the enchantment of the world. Mortals crave enchantment, a return to some imaginative approach to the world we live in. There are plenty of societies that recognize a multitude of spirits that the world hosts: spirits of land, sea and sky. Spirits of the dead: ancestors and phantasms. Spirits beyond the world we inhabit, untouchable until we go higher in consciousness.

How do people crave enchantment in a world where science teaches us to approach the rational? Cryptozoology, Paranormal Science, and other fringe sciences are just a few of the tools where people seek the unknown in an attempt to see more than the reality that is given to them. We want to believe in a Bigfoot. We want to believe in the Loch Ness Monster. We want to believe in sightings of fairies, aliens and unicorns. We hunger for a glimpse beyond the veil because our life deserves some more meaning then what we’ve been given. These are the doors of our consciousness that runs in our veins, gifted by our ancestors who are moving to push us and see the world that THEY lived in. Why taboos, sacrifices, offerings, blessings and myths had such an impact on their lives. This is the planet that we should understand.

Many will dismiss this as me simply encouraging imaginations gone wild, or pseudoscience. For those that know me, I will state from the outset that I am a rational human being. I am logical. But we must recognize the inherent mysticism which pervades Western thought, especially since a mystic, Parmenides of Elea, is considered the Father of Logic and Metaphysics. Parmenides was taught the path of Logic by none other than the Goddess Persephone in the Underworld (Kingsley, P., In the Dark Places of Wisdom). And this is right, for Persephone is the Goddess of stillness and enlightenment. She is the one the Dionysian seeker travels to in order to be judged worthy of the Blessed Lands. She is the Wholeness that completed the Underworld, marrying Hades and giving birth to the “Second Hades,” namely Dionysus.

And perhaps it is that the Underworld is attempting to open our eyes to the possibilities that exist in the notion of land spirits, cloud spirits, spring and water nymphs, satyrs, various daimones, etc. We enter the territory that they have claimed for themselves and are inviting us to partake of the party they have been having for a long time. The Earth is crying out for recognition, daring us to build our symbiotic ecosystems with Her children…all of Her children. It’s time to use that mystic logic in our lives and contact the spirits which surround us. The Underworld points the way.

Eirene kai Hugieia!
(Peace and Health!)


Kingsley, P. “In the Dark Places of Wisdom.”



The Raving God

The Raving God

A Hymn to the Raving One:

Unfiltered insanity,
Ravenous hunger:
O fill me,
Fill me with dread.
Kiss me with ire,
Love me with lunacy.
Pandemonium is my name,
Chaos my bedfellow,
I have broken loose in my bed,
Laughing wildly:
Anoint me further into the dregs of madness,
And let the world know you are the Raving One,
My blessed Savior.

Ophic Strix Creation Mythos: Nyx

"Woman Between the Stars" by Corila Chirila

“Woman Between the Stars” by Corila Chirila

She awoke, alone and unsure, in the vast void which cloaked Hir flesh. The Night Mother yawned within the gaping void and began singing a mournful song of loneliness and abandonment. And it is why to this day the people feel pain when in the dark and alone within.

She traveled until at last She could no further and came to the very edge of the Cosmos. Watching the mirror of pristine wonder, She suddenly saw Hirself in all of Her glory! Straightaway She was taken with craving and began to masturbate in pleasure at the fullness of what She was seeing. This was the First Gnosis and First Desire. At the burst of Hir orgasm emerged the billions of stars and rocks which swirled about the body of the Mother. Hir momentary brush with Death (the First Death) in orgasm gave birth to Eros and Thanatos: the sacred twins of the First Mother, the genesis of linked souls: male, female and neither.

At once the potential of life had burst forth from joy and pleasure, sex unhinged. And it is why to this day the people experience transcendent ecstasy when reaching orgasm: the twins meet again. In lust She craved to know Hirself once more, and immediately metamorphosed and surrendered Hir nature to the impulses of yearning love. It is why to this day when people feel the stirrings of painful love and longing, often their nature is surrendered to obtain that which they desperately desire.

Thus the suns, gravity, light, speed, sounds, music, sacred harmony and planets with life were made. Life forms evolved; the dance of Eros and Thanatos for survival within the peoples brought joy, suffering, hope, healing and pain. Grief, anger, and other spirits were made.

All this is so the Great Night Mother would know Hirself. She desires nothing more. And when that time comes for our own world when She is satisfied, She will retake the body of the Earth Mother and all Her siblings, and they will return to the bosom of Nyx, where all souls become part of a Greater Cycle still to come, and the threads of Ananke never tear us apart.

Eirene kai Hugieia!

(Peace and Health!)



Meme courtesy of Kelly Bender

Meme courtesy of Kelly Bender

I hate being on a hiatus, especially due to unpredictable circumstances such as my health. Since my last post nearly 7 months ago, I have battled my way through increased seizures, anxiety, depression, and bipolar mood swings. Thanks to new medications, however, at the very least I am able to sleep somewhat and have some kind of routine. I have Asperger’s, the behavioral characteristics being exacerbated by the brain injury. Over the past several months so much has occurred that I might as well inform you of what and how.

I began a fundraiser so I could collect my necessary medical records and send them to my lawyers for my disability case. My disability case was on February 5th, 1 day after my birthday. Nearly every medical record was in but I started seeing a psychiatrist beginning on December 31st, 2014. My lawyers needed those records and anything up-to-date. They asked me if I was ever Baker Acted and I replied no (although I came very close a couple of times). The reason I wasn’t was due to my partners being scared that such a drastic action would have made things worse on me: due to my injury and mood I would have become more combative, and perhaps they would restrain me, and then it might lead to increased anxiety and fright: the stress of it leading to a seizure. A vicious cycle to be sure. No one is positive on how the inpatient care works, so they thought better cautious than sorry for me. After the hearing case, my lawyer informed me it would go 50/50: my youth was a critical factor for denial. In spite of my disabilities, I could possibly be denied because I am young. What the fuck? But okay.

Months past, and I wanted to get better. I was happy. I was looking forward to positive results, because how could they deny me? The records and my recorded speech were enough I thought. Looking at my evaluations from just after my car accident in August 2012 until the present, my results would surely demonstrate how, after 2 1/2 years my mental and emotional conditions had not drastically improved, even with medications. My seizures still had increased and I began to be prescribed psych medications for bipolar mood swings. And then in late March I received the results: I was denied. I was denied for the dumbest reasons.

1. If I could be around 5 people, I can be in a quiet environment and work. Problem? I can invite people to my house (which I said), which means I control my environment and how many I can tolerate. 5 is the most, and no more than 8, for ritual. After ritual is over and everyone is chatting I usually sit alone with my phone to concentrate because it can be overwhelming. My partners entertain everyone. I have even stepped back from leading rituals, allowing my temple to take over and be empowered. They are doing me proud as I prepare to follow another path.

2. I can do a quiet job like a parking attendant. Oh sure, especially because I can’t medically and legally drive due to new seizure medications and vertigo.

3. I am on medication, which means I am improving. Because, you, know, everyone on medication means they’re functional and normal.

4. My partner who has been with me for 16 years was given a questionnaire on what he saw and how much I had changed. The result? The judge dismissed his testimony because, well, he had no medical experience and he was being biased. What a fuckwit.

5. Finally, my age. Although people above the age of 50 years old with the same disabilities would be awarded, my youth means I have time to get a job.

Sigh. Seriously? So this is what I have been dealing with. Now it’s time for the appeal process to begin. And now that you know what has been going on with me mundanely, I’ll shortly inform you of the spiritual side.

Eirene kai Hugieia!
(Peace and Health!)