The Mysteries of Wesir snuck up on me this year. I had wanted to celebrate them deeply this year. In fact, I'd wanted to take an entire month to contemplate the gods of the West. After the hurricane, having no home and no space (in my home or head) to contemplate the depth of mortality, … Continue reading Death Gods and Living
This has been a hard post to meditate on. Last fall, late at night as I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone about growing old together, I recognized mortality for the first time, and it scared the hell out of me. The conversation was not particularly deep; he was only telling me about … Continue reading D is for Death
We are quickly approaching the Mysteries of Wesir, according to the Kemetic Orthodox calendar. The air is full of frost, the ground is cold and all around me, the trees are bare. The Lord of the Greenery will join them soon. This holiday is bittersweet. The King of the Gods gives His life to be … Continue reading The God Who Died
Autumn has begun here. This is the season when I feel the closest to Wesir, my Akhu, and the gods of the West. By the Kemetic Orthodox calendar, the mysteries of Wesir's death and ascent as King of the Duat will be celebrated soon. While I know Wesir is truly a god of green things, … Continue reading Seeking Autumn, Seeking Wesir.
I think death is an interesting subject, because it’s incredibly complex, and it’s one of the things in my life that I really can’t say I have full faith in. I don’t 100% believe in an Afterlife - more like 85%. 85% is enough to keep me saying I believe in it, though, and keep … Continue reading Episode 4: Death and the Afterlife
I'm doing a 30 Days of Me Meme on my personal journal, and one of the day's prompts was "My Beliefs". I tried very hard not to write about the practical end of my religion: Sure, I perform a daily ritual, sure I had a divination done for my Parent deities, sure I am a … Continue reading What is Important?
In the darkness of closed eyes, there is fear. There is a chill down the spine, an unknown place. This stillness is foreign until the hand grasps yours. “I will guide you. Come with me.” In this perfumed hall peopled by the Names of faith, ruled by truth and justice, where the great ordeal is … Continue reading A Hand in the Darkness