Originally posted on Isiopolis:
“Hear then, but believe, for what I say is true. I have approached the confines of death and, treading the threshold of Proserpina, I was conveyed through all the Elements and returned; I have seen the sun flashing with brilliant white Light at midnight. I have drawn very near to the…

Originally posted on Mystical Bewilderment:
So, since I put myself out there, I’ve gotten a few people asking me how to go about this religion thing. I get questions about general religions (how do you know…) as well as questions specific to Kemetism (where do I start…). I’m actually, always, startled when I get asked…

Originally posted on Mystical Bewilderment:
One of the things I have a very difficult time with, and I’ve discussed, is how very easy it is for people to just take a single aspect of a god and then they start running with it. It is at the point with this where I will not do…

Originally posted on #ADPhD:
Peter McCandless, Slavery, Disease, and Suffering in the Southern Lowcountry. 1st ed. New York, NY: Cambridge University Press, 2011. From Cambridge U Press: On the eve of the Revolution, the Carolina lowcountry was the wealthiest and unhealthiest region in British North America. Slavery, Disease, and Suffering in the Southern Lowcountry argues…

Originally posted on #ADPhD:
David S. Cecelski, The Fire of Freedom: Abraham Galloway and the Slaves’ Civil War. Durham, NC: The University of North Carolina Press, 2012. Abraham H. Galloway (1837-70) was a fiery young slave rebel, radical abolitionist, and Union spy who rose out of bondage to become one of the most significant and stirring…

Originally posted on Isiopolis:
Mysteries. The word has manna. Depth. Intrigue. It smells of magic. At the autumn equinox, as we begin the slow solar slide into the darkness of the year, I find my thoughts often turn to Mystery and The Mysteries, for as Dionysos (a Mystery God Himself) says in Euripides’ The Bakchai, “Darkness…

Originally posted on hecatedemeter:
Mabon Sun Dance Poem ~ Ursula K. LeGuin Once you said the round word: sun (…sky, light, day) May beauty be beautiful May beauty have been beautiful May beauty still be beautiful May beauty always be beautiful We are weak and need help from all We are afraid and need kindness…

Originally posted on Art, Craft, and Natures' Hand:
Summer is finally over, and the leaves are turning their crisp gold, red, and brown colors. The Second Harvest is upon us, and there’s plenty of things to do in preparation for the long cold winter. First thing I did today was walk out my door into…