Concerted Cosmological Contrivances

This is a time suck, be warned. I've injected a lot more grey matter into this than other things. What follows is some exegesis of mine. An attempt to untangle my own gut feelings from scholarship I've read, and to try and put things together again. This is all unverified personal gnosis, for those familiar with the terms. From a perspective which waxes Teutonic, I have tried to balance what speaks to me from Celtic and to a greatly diminished return Hellenic culture in my quest to integrate Goddess and God into my life. My belief that the Pantheon is hypostatic, and Life as a superorganism constitutes a brahmanesque monad in which polarity creates dynamism. But how, at least for us in the mortal coil, the Fertility Cult is the oldest and I think most sensible place to look for the Divine.

Another Monday in Nova Anglia

East Anglia? More like Nova Anglia. Musing about the linguistic carryover that shaped the Yankee Twang. It didn't evolve in a vacuum, nothing does except for the decisions made by the Gubmint. Somehow, because East Anglia wuz Danes, and Yankees wuz English, we have a circle of life which has prompted me to be forever locked in the beginning stages of learning the dansk.

The Grønbech Files

An introduction to Grønbech, a man whose book is seldom credited for having inspired as much as it has. A book which has heavily and happily inspired my own thinking. Here's to the man!

The Grønbech Files: Clan

This will likely be my last entry on a series of essays regarding Vilhelm Grønbech's highly underrated but very good work "Culture of the Teutons" and focuses on fleshing out the passing details of Clan structure made elsewhere.

Been a Week

Brain Dump. Casual Runes and domestic (lack of) terror edition! Thrill! What lies inside? Not even Varg wants to find out!

Short Story: Then Again

A drywalling carpenter sees a neighbour from the other side of the road that he hasn't seen since he was a teen-ager.

Why I have no interest in being an Alpha, and other long title trains.

Nope. No Turbo Mega Alpha Omega Super Duper Namebrand Chads here. Carry on.