autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …autumn twilight
… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …Religious Affiliation, Dogma, and a stopped train
I’m on the red line south, heading to work. The train is still kind of empty. I took the red line because I wanted the opportunity to sit down and write, and to not be crowded or crushed once we get to the busier parts of the commute.
I’m trying to put together a comprehensive list of the things I need to do over the next few weeks, and some of them are just getting away from me. Work is very busy right now, I’m juggling several projects and trying to make myself useful in a variety of ways. I often have the feeling that I’m not getting enough done, or being effective enough. It is frustrating, because it’s not really my fault. I’m bound by the processes and dictums of the rest of the company, and not just my own efforts.
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Prayer to the Shaman
The sky is perfectly blue this morning. The leaves are suddenly gold and orange, and many trees are already bare. This autumn has been an odd one for me, and winter is almost here. I slept deeply last night, and awoke with a head full of fantasies.
“And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats, drums in his ear, and then he wakes and being thus frightened swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.”
Prayer of the Phoenix
Mighty Phoenix I adore thee.
Grant me the power to transform myself and the world around me.
I breathe in of your light and touch the flames.
I exhale of my love, and fan the flames.
I am changed and I change.
I am healed and I heal.
Blessed are the flames of transformation to which I open my heart.
Ta kya te.
we are building a religion…
I was looking forward to writing a little tonight. Then I got busy and it got late and I figured I’d just go to bed. But now my mind is buzzing with a thousand thoughts. Writing for a while is the only thing that will give me any hope of a restful night, so here I am.
Ruby Sara of Pagan Godspell had an interesting post today in which she talked about religion as culture. Her words struck a chord in me.
Once upon a very distant time, Religion wasn’t. Religion wasn’t, because Religion was Culture instead. Then, civilization came along, and divided Religion from Culture, and Religion had a choice. It could either choose to support the dominant Culture, or it could be Countercultural.
Mabontide
I had a dream last night that I was supposed to put on a mabontide ritual for the community. In my dream I had been asked weeks ago to do this, but then there was no further information or communication from the organizers. All of a sudden I was on the spot and it was time to go, ritual in a few minutes. We were getting the space ready, and I’d done no preparation. I had nothing written or planned, no props or tools, nothing but my questionable wit.
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