It was mid 2019. We were all talking about the End of the World. Like many other people I spoke to, I had been having crazy dreams as well. I had been on a Writer’s Retreat a few months earlier, and while there, overlooking a stormy bay on the West Continue Reading
Paths
Josephine and the Witch
[image: Nymphe de l’eau, Wilhelm Kotarbinsky, 1901] Once upon a time, there was an ugly, smelly old witch who lived alone in a murky pond. She got up when she wanted, and went to bed when she felt like it; she had frogs and toads and bats and rats and Continue Reading
THE WHITE LADY & THE PARLIAMENT OF OWLS
THE first time I saw the Ruined Tower, it took me by surprise, for it was in Summer, and the crown of oak-trees on its motte of earth were in full leaf; it was only very close by that I could see the fallen, ivy-covered building within. But I have Continue Reading
Leabhar Draíocht – The Grimoire Diagrammaton
These are the collected Diagrammaton of the Hollow Collective, from 2000-2012. There are others, of course, and in due course, as we excavate the archives of the Hidden Library, they will be added au fur et à mesure. Venus in Furs, Mars to Measure. DIAGRAMMATON : appeared as one of Continue Reading
LEAVES FROM THE LEABHAR DRAÍOCHT : SAINT SWITHIN’S DAY – HIGH SUMMER, 15 July 2012
We had come to the Lost Domain, leaving as the last of the night leaked from the sky under the last wedge of the Waning Moon. I carried with me a glyph of Will-Working, charged in an intense ceremony in which the Dark One-Eyed Wanderer stood before me, covered me Continue Reading
A PAGE FROM THE LEABHAR DRAÍOCHT – PILGRIMAGE TO CLOCH NA CAILLÍ BHÉARA – THE HAG-STONE OF BEARA
Morning 7 March 2019 There’s a great soft sweep of pink cloud in the Western sky ; the sky is someway clear otherwise, after the storms and the wild wind of the night – the Dark of the Moon. Yesterday I went to meet the Cailleach. In the morning after Continue Reading
PHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF
There is a sickness, and there is a gift. There is a power to heal, and there is a hurt that never heals, a wound that never knits closed; are they one and the same? Among many traditional shamanistic cultures, there is an idea of the “shaman sickness”, a preparatory Continue Reading
THE POLITICS OF HOLDING THE DOOR
You’ve all heard it, haven’t you? How now, if you hold a door for a woman, you’re some kind of a “sexist”; how now, if you compliment a woman, or flirt with a woman, or tell a woman she’s looking sexy today, or just gently brush up against her breast, Continue Reading
Credo : Rage and Love – Plan for Utopia, Act for Apocalypse
Ace of Swords – Eight of Wands Reversed – Queen of Swords Reversed : Our Lady of Pain, Obstacles Foreseen, Sword in the Hand So. I’ve been doing some pretty demanding soul-searching on the question of what to call myself, how to identify, spiritually and philosophically. Someone started discussing the Continue Reading
The Call to Adventure
I was sixteen years old, in highschool in the Pioneer Valley in Western Massachusetts. Something was happening to me. I would sneak out at night and walk across the university campus across from our house, watch the Moon ripple in the waters of the Upper Lake; in darkened sylvan amphitheatre, Continue Reading