Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Tattoo I'd Get, If I Had the Cojones
I know exactly what tattoo I'd get, if I had the cojones to do it.
Well, tattoos.
For shockingly close on 50 years now, I've been godsman to Him of the Horns. They've been good years, even the bad ones, hard but good.
So I'd wear the horn for Him: ram's horns, I think, curling elegantly over and around the ears, as the Horned Apollo (Apollôn Karneîos) wears so jauntily on this silver didrachma (circa 250-225 BCE) from Kyrene in North Africa, as Two-Horned Alexander wore as Son of Ammon. As god, they say, so priest.
In a pagan world, I'd have done this long since. For now, I'll bide the while. I'm planning to make it (be warned) to 113, so there's plenty of time. I'll need something to look forward to when I'm 85, after all, and well beyond caring what they think.
Until then, I'll patiently wait, knowing—of course—that, really, the horns are already there. You just can't see them yet.
Or (who knows?) maybe you can.
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Friday, 28 December 2018
(Cackles.) Let's!
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Friday, 28 December 2018Do it while your skin is still young and can handle the ink and the needle.
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I want to get a pair of runes on my forearms that Jack designed to look like whittled branches: Ansuz and Isa. I'm not entirely given over to being an Odinsman but I know I feel His hand in my life, and Jack's rune designs would be an awesome tribute to Them both. Let's get them together!!