Thursday, January 15, 2015

An Introduction into Esoteric Mysticism

As many of you know (and maybe some of you don't) I've been working on a book with a friend of mine.  We are in the beta-stages of our website, and about to do some exciting projects before the book is ready for publication.  (Radio shows, forums, divination, a class on tarot... and more!)  So be sure to check out this promotional video put together by my partner, and be sure to check out our website for some fun, exciting news and information.

See you on the other side!

Monday, January 12, 2015

"If I had a Heart" by Fever Ray

I'm studying runes right now with my study group (Taking Up The Runes: A Complete Guide To Using Runes In Spells, Rituals, Divination, And Magic), and to get into the official Nordic spirit I've been watching the History Channel's The Vikings.  It's about farmer/explorer Ragnar Lothbrok and his family and clan.  It begins with the raid of Lindisfarne in 793, beginning what is known by some as the Age of the Vikings.

It's a great show, and from what I can tell from my limited knowledge of Scandinavian culture and civilization, pretty accurate.  It's brutal at times, but so were the Northmen.

And this odd, ethereal piece by Swedish pop band Fever Ray makes the perfect song for the opening credits.

This will never end 'cause I want more.
More, give me more, give me more.
This will never end 'cause I want more.
More, give me more, give me more.
If I had a heart I could love you.
If I had a voice I would sing.
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
If I had a voice, I would sing,
Dangling feet from window frame.
Will I ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more.
Crushed and filled with all I found,
Underneath and inside,
Just to come around.
More, give me more, give me more.
If I had a voice, I would sing.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Paranormal Galaxy Magazine

For those of you who might have missed them, here are my posts over at Paranormal Galaxy Magazine.

"Paranormal Galaxy Magazine, the place where the real and the unknown meet. A hub for all things unexplained, haunted and mysterious. We serve as the source for all things paranormal from mediums, haunted history, ghost talks, pop culture and more. Each month we focus on a different aspect of the paranormal. We have something to soothe the soul for any and all paranormal junkies out there!"

Thanks for checking my stuff out!  And stay tuned for fun stuff that is yet to come!

Friday, January 2, 2015

Pagan Blog Project 2014

These are all of the posts I made in 2014 for the Pagan Blog Project.  As some of you may all ready know, 2014 was the last year of the Pagan Blog Project.  There is talk of something new coming in 2015, but in the meantime, you can check out my previous posts.

I'll be sad to see the PBP go.  It was a great way for me to keep up with blogging in 2014, especially during graduate school.  It was also a great way to connect me to other bloggers, too, and I'll really be missing that connection.

Thanks to all who read my blog from PBP, thanks to the community, and thanks to the facilitators.  It was a great project, and I look forward to future endeavors!

Thursday, January 1, 2015

"We're all made of stars.": Nearer

One year ago today...

"We're all made of stars.": Nearer: Last night with a sparkler in each hand, I drew huge banishing spirals into the air, thinking about the year that had just passed. “Ou...

Monday, December 29, 2014

Cosmic Love

For those of you who may have missed them, these are links to my recent articles over at Pagan Square, the online blog for Witches & Pagans magazine.

My blog over there is called Cosmic Love, and it features the continuing voyages of The Space Witch as I explore the blessings of magic and mysticism that are to be found in everyday experiences.

Thanks for checking my stuff out!  And be sure to stay tuned for fun things to come in 2015!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Slow Light

(this post first ran in the online news magazine Creedible)

reposted from December 2014

A few weeks ago it began to get cold, and it’s only getting colder. Animals are hoarding food and their pelts are growing thick and warm. Plants and trees that once grew so brightly have turned brittle and brown. Only the faithful evergreen remains decorated with bright red berries and heavy boughs.
Even the cosmos seem to be responding to the change in the seasons. Orion the Hunter sits more prominently in the sky, and the moon that once rose so orange and round is now silver and sharp enough to cut through the night itself. The air smells like snow, wood smoke, the decay of leaves and the promise of mortality. 
Most alarming of all, the sun seems to be leaving. It sits lower on the horizon. The air is not as warm. The light is not as bright. The days are getting shorter and night is getting longer.
Every year is the same. The sun seems to grow weaker and weaker until that one dark, terrifying night when the day is the shortest it will ever be. It gives way to the endless, black, eternal night, and it seems as if the sun has died.
The Solstice is not just a matter of light and dark, day and night, but a matter of life and death. Before science and mathematics, how were people to know that this short and fleeting day wouldn’t be the day to mark the final death throes of a dying sun? Even the memory of the previous Solstice may not have been enough to calm the heart. The sun had returned the previous year and life returned to nature, only to die again the next winter. So in this season of death, in the deepest and darkest of winters, our ancestors held their breath and hoped and prayed for the return of the Sun with its promise of rebirth and triumph over darkness.
This year, on December 21, when the day is short and the night is long, think about the sun. Have a moment of gratitude for the season. Celebration of the Solstice may be one of mankind’s oldest rituals. Whether it manifests in feasts, the decorating of evergreens, gift exchanges or simple prayer, there is no denying the magic of the Winter Solstice.
Most of all, there is no one way, and no wrong way, to celebrate the rebirth of the Sun. The traditions have changed over the millennia, and they will change again as the needs, hopes and fears of human society shift and evolve. All that matters is that deep down, in our heart of hearts, we stand in awe of the rising sun, which will return to us again and again, no matter how deeply penetrating is the darkness of night.