Come with me now to Seax's gallery of the obtuse! In today's instalment of things not many other people think about but me is...
Goddess of... [drumroll] let's find out. Or not. You won't know until you open me. And even then, who knows? Trigger warning for man-babies, grownup words are used.
Heimdall, Odin, Teutonic & Celtic systems and reincarnation. A thought exercise, enjoy or not.
But seriously. If androids dream of electric sheep, than how much wood could a robot chuck if a robot could cook spirits?
What life lessons can be gleaned from mowing your lawn? As many as your Spergery allows.
Musings on trying to become my own Greenman in light of my few firmly held convictions. Hail to thee, Mother Earth!
A poem about internal rebirth.
Dwarves. Not just for Tolkien and videogames. Or maybe even fantasy. Prepare your brains for distilled spergery.
A Rune poem. It jives or it doesn't. You'll survive.
Another look at Baldurs Draumar, where Hel may not be the villain the monks suggest. Wyrd and Ørlög find their way, and those who try to see, may see life in another way.
Fitting to tell this on the Day of the Sun, who shall always emerge from the darkness. Glæde Sūnnandæg, wæs þū hāl.
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.