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Specific paths such as Heathenism, blended traditions, polytheist reconstructionism, etc.

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A Private Moment in a Public Ritual

 

This past Samhain I attended three different gatherings honouring the Ancestors, The Beloved Dead, the Mighty Dead and my ability to gather freely and celebrate as I choose. The first ritual was the North Bay Reclaiming Samhain ritual. This is my local community. About a hundred or so witches gathered. We had altars and invocations and told stories about our Beloveds that have crossed the veil this year. The second gathering was a private affair in my home with a few dear and close friends. We watched a few of our favourite cheesy "witchy" movies (yes, we watched the one with the midnight margaritas!). We ate and we drank and we celebrated being alive and being in love and being part of such an active public community. The third Samhain event was Reclaiming's 35th annual Spiral Dance in San Francisco. Roughly fifteen-hundred pagans, activists, seekers and newcomers were welcomed to this most public of rituals.

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  • Gwion Raven
    Gwion Raven says #
    You know Annika, one of the things I truly appreciate about the Reclaiming Community is that it doesn't rest on the shoulders of o
  • Annika Mongan
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    I deeply appreciate the freedom we have in the Reclaiming Community. One of the ways in which we stand on the shoulders of our Mig
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    Annika Mongan says #
    You were not the only one. Many are the Mighty Dead who have fallen. A new generation is rising up, but they can never be replaced

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Hail to you, Bull of the West!  So says Thoth, King of Eternity, about me. 

b2ap3_thumbnail_nut-night.jpgMost of the Pagan world in the Northern Hemisphere observed the feast of Samhain this weekend, drawing near to and honoring the blessed dead. 

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Circle of the 13 Moons

Continuing my story of my personal journey on my heathen path, it was still my senior year of college, 1989-1990. I was 20, and still had never met any other heathens, but I knew lots of pagans. I co-founded the UCSC official campus pagan club, Circle of the 13 Moons. 

 

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(excerpted from my book, Visions of Vanaheim)

b2ap3_thumbnail_candles.jpgAt the end of October is Rasthuas Mahareyan (RAHS-thoo-ahs mah-hah-RAY-ahn), which is Eshnesk (the language of the Eshnahai, the name the Vanir call themselves [via corroborated gnosis]) for the Lights of Remembrance.

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b2ap3_thumbnail_Comet_Halley_and_the_Milky_Way.jpg(an excerpt from my book, Visions of Vanaheim)

Some time after Star Mother birthed the Serpent Twins, and the Serpent Twins made the world, the cycles of life and death, living and dying, began upon that world. And even though Star Mother knew it was necessary, and that life feeds on life, she still shed tears, feeling the pain of every living thing in its struggles, and in its dying process. Those tears were the only record kept of those lives and those pain, for eons. Eventually, she shed so many tears that she was almost drowning in them.

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Death Becomes Us

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about death lately. It’s Autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere, the time of year when the trees drop their leaves and the natural world looks like it’s dying. But the concept of death became much more personal a few days ago when my father-in-law had a stroke and then passed away. I was not with him when he died but my mind immediately went back to a time when I experienced death firsthand: my firstborn child died in my arms at the age of five. That was a closer shave with death than most modern people have. But in ancient times, death was a much more familiar companion.

Like most cultures up until just a century or two ago, the ancient Minoans experienced death close up. The elderly and the ill died in their own beds at home. The family washed the body and prepared it for burial, anointing it with precious oils and resins and winding a linen cloth around it. They carried the body to the tomb themselves, perhaps on a cart or even in their arms if the deceased was a small child. They held funeral rites at the tomb as the body was placed within the beehive-shaped building, its form a reminder of the Ancestors and the Goddess who watched over the dead.

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