Rheims Cernunnos
Gallo-Roman relief, 1st century CE
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Well, in "The Three 'Only' Things" by Robert Moss: "a coincidence is a meaningful convergence of inner and outer experiences. The
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Rheims Cernunnos
Gallo-Roman relief, 1st century CE
What is it about witches and royals, anyway?
Maybe we're just waiting to have one of our own on the throne—again.
King Chuck
(To the Tune of: King Tut)
King Chuck (King Chuck)
When he was just a young man
he never thought he'd be
as ancient as the hills themselves
before becoming king!
King Chuck: with his royal willie
King Chuck: papa to Prince Billy
Married to Diana
Left her for Camilla (King Chuck)
In the dream, my old student apartment is decorated for a party. M. is finally graduating!
Oh, M. Through all the years that we shared this very apartment—ever since we worked together in that fancy restaurant downtown—I've been hopelessly in love with him. How many scurrilous poems have I dedicated to him over the years, how many epigrams? He's never seen any of them.
How I used to love watching him flirt his way through life. M. flirted with everyone: men, women, young, old, me included. We all knew that he didn't really mean it, and yet—such was his beauty, such was his art—our lives were made somehow the happier for having had him pass through them.
I, meanwhile, am on fire. My long-awaited book on the Tribe of Witches is finally writing itself. The words are pouring out of me. I can't find enough paper to write on. What I've got so far is written on anything I can find: envelopes, pages from the calendar, ads, anything with a blank back.
A writer friend hands me a stack of old handbills. I scroll the first into the typewriter and begin to type.
Suddenly M. is here, even more handsome than he used to be. How had I never realized before that he was actually Crown Prince of the Tribe of Witches? Or had I secretly known all along?
The Pagan Community Statement on the Environment is standing the test of time so far. Most of what's written in it is still as relevant now as it was when it was written. That's not a sad statement about lack of progress, but rather a happy statement about the foresight to keep it general instead of talking about really specific issues. At the time, I wanted to put in more specific, solvable calls to action, but my fellow committee members were right to distill it to more general principles.
I helped write the Pagan Community Statement on the Environment, representing Asatru. Although working in committees with a series of revisions by others inevitably led to some friction, I think the result was great work. I started my writing and editing on the project in 2014 and the Statement was published on Earth Day 2015.
...Broken Tools
I'm always a little in awe of those who are so sure that they have all the answers.
Are they really so stupid, or just lying to themselves?
Back in the 80s, N joined the Starhawk vanguard and let her politics become her religion.
For years she was a social activist warrior: protests, marches, and power-raisings against the Wrongs of the Right became her Craft. Her causes somehow came into every conversation. Worthy as her goals were, we all got a little sick of hearing about them all the time.
Now Tr*mp is back in office. The waters that she worked so hard to protect are fouled with plastics and forever chemicals. I listen, silent, to her railing. The old social firebrand is gone. She's angry and bitter, glad only that she bore no children to inherit whatever comes next.
Nothing is quite so sad as a failed vision.
At the moment, Evangelicals are reveling in their current cultural ascendancy, but their triumph will not last. The Wheel turns. Their youth are leaving, looking elsewhere because they're sick of having rewarmed Right-wing politics passed off as spirituality.
It's a lesson hard of the learning, for Left and Right both: don't let your politics become your religion. When you do, both tools will assuredly fail you, just when you need them most.
As Sung Every Sunday in Evangelical Churches Across America
Donald Trump
kiss his rump
bend and turn
then he'll hump
Donald Trump
Donald Trump
my god
I'm a faithful Evangelical
Democrats are diabolical
it's so Evangelo-logical
Donald Trump