The truth is in the dirt on the ground/ not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon/ when the ground splits open it will swallow you. . .

So as some of you know, my life has been shaken up like an ant farm in the last two years. It’s been good (long term anyway, maybe not short term), but it’s been scary as fuck. In the last … Continued

I am who I am who I am who I am/ Requesting some enlightenment/ Could I have been anyone other than me?

Gather around, my children of the corn, it’s time for a personal statement of purpose. I’m not talking a magical one, though my PEH summed up my magical one quite nicely as radical practicality. We’re talking about me. Some magicians/occultists/your … Continued

I don’t know what he meant to me/ I just know he affected me/ an affect not unlike his art/ I believe . . .

ADF has confirmed that Isaac Bonewits has passed this morning. I didn’t know him well, but I did know him a little. I attended his lectures, etc. Years ago, when I was a much more nubile young pagan, my grove … Continued

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