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Polytheist or Pagan? A Little Poll
At the beginning of the month, I launched a little poll on pagan.plus:
My reach on pagan.plus is actually not very large, so I was pretty happy with the 45 participants.
Personally, like 8 other polled members of pagan.plus, I actually prefer the term "polytheist"
Petitioning Abellion For His Favour at the Apple Orchard
I am currently writing the tests to move from the rank of Student to Initiate in Toutâ Galation. The following is adapted from an answer I prepared for this test. I first briefly wrote about this ritual on this very blog in September 2021: "Orchardcraft."
One of my
Mythless
There’s a frequent joke shared in Heathenry spaces which I share below:
In the first square, the Hellenist Polytheists say: “Heathens, I can explain!”; in the second, the Norse Heathens say: “You have all those myths? We just have one book!”; in the third, the Anglo-Saxon Heathens say: “A
A few notes on the theorized original characteristics of the Gaulish religion(s)
I’ve been slowly making my way through Les religions gauloises by Jean-Louis Brunaux over the past several months. I really loved reading Les druides, which I had to return to the national library but am hoping to pick back up again soon. Les religions gauloises similarly does not disappoint.
On Slowing Down, Way Down
Every now and then I find myself falling into the same old trap of urgency. The I shoulds and I needs become confused and pressing. I find myself despairing at the piles of books and scholarly articles downloaded, the endless notes piling up, the outlines that never make it past
Notes on Isabelle Stengers’ “Reclaiming Animism” (Part Two)
Qui suis-je? Si par exception je m’en rapportais à un adage: en effet pourquoi tout ne reviendrait-it pas à savoir qui je « hante »? Je dois avouer que ce dernier mot m’égare, tendant à établir entre certains êtres et moi des rapports plus singuliers, moins évitables, plus troublants que
A Shrine for Cathubodua
Notes on Isabelle Stengers’ “Reclaiming Animism” (Part One)
That – before the field become solely map memory
In some archive of some architect’s screen
I might possess it or it possess me
Through its night dew, its moon white caul
Its slick and shine and its prolifigacy
In every wingbeat in every beat of time
Death of a