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Although Tuatara resembles a lizard, He is not one. Tuatara is the last surviving species of the ancient order of Rhynchocephalia (“beak-heads”). Only his family of Sphenodontidae (“wedge-toothed”) is left of this group of reptiles. The rest of the Rhynchocephalia went extinct about 60 million years ago. Because of that, Tuatara is often thought of as a “living fossil.” (However, He has actually evolved to live in modern times.) Because of his link to prehistoric reptiles, scientists can study Tuatara to see how lizards and snakes evolved.
Tuatara has distinctive characteristics that makes Him different from lizards. He has fused jaw teeth, and a beak formed by overhanging upper teeth. (This is what gives Tuatara, a “beak-head.”) Like some dinosaurs, Tuatara has a large opening in his skull behind his eye socket. He also has a third eyelid that passes over his open eyes. Tuatara has gastralia (“abdominal ribs”) which lizards and snakes do not. All these qualities indicate that his lineage is older than theirs....
We think about the unique challenges Pagans with disabilities face. The meaning of the Gaulish word "iexta" is considered. And "occult" strategies of political resistance are advocated at Gods & Radicals. It's Watery Wednesday, our weekly segment on news about the Pagan community! All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
Imset (Imseti, Imsety) is one of the four sons of Horus the Elder whose heads topped the canopic jars after the 18th Dynasty. From the First Intermediate Period through the 18th Dynasty, the stoppers were shaped in the likeness of the deceased. These jars typically contained various organs of a mummified body. This group of divinities was considered protectors of these organs which were necessary in the afterlife. Imset is another divinity wrongly placed the graveyard of the atheists.
People die, things break. At one point you had your life together but somehow, through a confluence of chemical fiesta related issues (depression, anxiety, whatever is misfiring up in there), your body that keeps insisting on getting sick and/or will not let go of your permanent medically diagnosed conditions, overwork at the office, creative projects and your Muse that never shuts up, heartbreak, children whose self-governing skills are suspect, the thoughts that are peaceful until you lie down and then it's a riot and that one time you had a free night? Did you do anything productive? No, you did not. You sat up drinking margaritas in the ruins of your house with your besties while watching Jennifer's Body for the eighty billionth time, laughing and throwing popcorn at each other.
More and more of your to-do list becomes unchecked until you stop bothering to make one. The dishes tower to the heavens, you eat food out of a box like a garbage animal, you binge on Netflix, you don't go for walks or to the gym or to yoga, you haven't seen anyone (your besties, your spouse, your lover, your family, your kids) much at all due to these modern life crossed conditions leaving you shipwrecked and alone. You haven't been engaging in any activities that please you - going to the farmer's market, making plans to go bowling at midnight, finishing knitting that shawl that you keep picking and putting down, the book you always are too tired to read and your refusal to do anything that doesn't feel safe and familiar has painted you into such a corner that you don't remember what it was like to enjoy your daily life anymore....
A gay man in Indonesia explains what life is like for homosexuals in the country. Kenya closes its doors to refugees from nearby Somalia. And the troubling implications of Donald Trump's candidacy are considered. It's Fiery Tuesday, our weekly segment on political and societal news from around the globe. All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
I planned a beautiful ritual with my magic group for Samhain in the Blue Mountains; at night in the labyrinth, with a fire and masks and an underworld trance. But I wasn’t even there for it – instead I found myself in Northern New South Wales, the place where the Circle of Eight was birthed and I had lived for so long. It wasn’t a time I’d planned to travel, or to travel there in particular; a tenant in my house gave notice and I knew I couldn’t organise the number of things that had to happen from where I live, a thousand kilometres away. I asked my son to drive with me, amazingly he had already taken a week off work, though it wasn’t the week that suited me. It was the week over Samhain.