Open bag of worms. Eat worms. Take dirt nap. Rise from grave. Begin from beginning.
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.
A friend and Brother recently challenged us to retake our humanity from modernist globalism. Here is my best attempt at articulating what I think this begins to entail.