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At this time of year, I pay a lot of attention to one part of my Focus*.

As altar-y spaces go, it is unquestionably the "witchiest" part of mine: bones, skulls, fossils of extinct species, a mummified bat, images of prehistoric cave paintings, megalithic spiral carvings and departed loved ones, a dried pomegranate. It is where I keep the black jar of rose water with which I have anointed several dead people, and the tiny jar of cedar oil, veteran of so many Hallows rituals, whose scent reminds me of the inside of a coffin.

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Dear Nazzes,

Four years ago you went a-whoring after a false god, and sold your souls to a lying devil called little Donnie Trump.

At the time, your leadership warned you that the credibility and moral authority of Evangelical Christianity was at stake. In fact, they were wrong.

Prostituting yourselves to little Donnie Trump has forfeited neither the moral authority nor the credibility of Evangelical Christianity because, as any non-Evangelical can tell you, in our eyes, Evangelical Christianity has never had even the slightest amount of either.

Instead, through your actions, Evangelical Christianity has now gained negative credibility. Like your idol, the Liar-in-Chief, anything that you say is presumed to be a cynical and self-serving lie. Because of you, the name of your church, and of the god that you claim to love, has been made to stink in the nostrils of your fellow-citizens.

In truth, I write you this letter in love. Even now, you can still redeem your name, and the name of your god. But first, you must acknowledge that, in your pursuit of political power at any cost, you have sinned, sinned grievously.

Nazzes of America, repent. Your lack of charity toward your fellow Americans re-crucifies Christ. Confess your sins against your god, your country, and your fellow citizens. Repent, before it is too late.

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Serene Space Spell (For these tense times)

Even if you don’t ascribe to magic, you would probably guess that certain flowers and herbs have their own energies, in the same way they have uniquely lovely scents and oils. Simmer this mixture whenever you feel the need to infuse your home and hearth with the energies of quietude and protection. This will safeguard you and your loved ones from outside influences that could be negative or disruptive. Set your intention for how you want your space to feel and gather together the following dried herbs:

 1/4 cup rose petals

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Gods, the Democrats just don't learn: name it and you own it.

Remember so-called “partial-birth abortions”? Remember what the real name of that procedure is? Oh, yeah: “dilation and extraction.”

Fetus-worshipers: 1, Democrats: 0. Name the issue, and you've won the argument.

Now the fear-mongerers are threatening that, if Democrats take both Senate and White House, they're going to “pack” the Supreme Court by expanding the number of justices to 11 from the current 9.

Bull. The Republicans are the ones who have packed the courts with Far Right judges whose opinions (and rulings) are hopelessly archaic, entirely out of step with the majority of Americans. They're doing exactly that with the Supreme Court as I write this.

In doing so, of course, they utterly delegitimize the judiciary and guarantee unrest for the foreseeable future. Do they care? No, of course not. These are the dying actions of a dying party: the deathbed curse that will haunt the nation long after they're gone, or so they hope.

That's packing the courts. What the Democrats will need to do to the Supreme Court in order to lend it even the slightest vestige of continued legitimacy is to expand the Court. Expansion isn't packing; it's the answer to packing. Court packing and Court expansion are not the same thing at all.

Names matter. Name it, and you own it.

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This is one in a series of posts about finding the MMP gods and goddesses in Minoan art. Find the full list of blog posts in this series here

Today we're looking for the bull-god Zagreus in Minoan art. In MMP, we consider Zagreus to be an aspect of our god Tauros Asterion. So obviously, we're going to look for images of bulls. But what kinds of images? When we go looking for Tauros Asterion in Minoan art, we seek out naturalistic/realistic images of bulls. When we're in search of the Minotaur (another aspect of Tauros Asterion), we look for shape-shifting depictions of half-man, half-bull creatures. So how do we know when we've found Zagreus?

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“The only religion that really makes any sense is Sun-worship,” a (non-pagan) friend once said to me years ago.


Name of the Sun


What the Sun's Name to himself may be, we do not know.

(Let me relent and say here, Deep initiates to the Sun there may be who know that Name. If so, I myself am not among them.)

The Sun's Name to us, though: this we know, for it is a relational Name, and we know it of and by our own relation.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Mr. Posch, Thanks for sharing! Ave Mithras Sol Invicti!
Felted Bear Hearth Altar by Jude Lally 
I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling that just one more worry, just one more stress can tip me right over the edge and into free fall. As we move from Autumn Equinox and cycle towards Samhain what is is that keeps you balanced? What is it that you root yourself down into? 

For me, it begins by trying to shut off my head, although silencing those chattering voices aren't always easy and so I try to let my feet or hands take over.

Feet take me a walk around the neighborhood and never too far afield these days but there is still lots of magic to be found in the hedgerows. 
Hands perform rituals which have always been a focus to keep me sane, to make meaning when sometimes it feels that there is none. They keep me tethered to the land and the voices of the old ones. Small little gestures about how I'm feeling - needing an unravelling here and a weaving there. 

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