#paganism
I was bullied
Im depressed
I cry myself to sleep at night hoping that one tear might burn a hole in my cheek
So ask me one more time why i wont believe in a benevolent god
When he clearly left me out
Like everyone else did
I tried praying
I read
I used logic
So tell me again why i dont believe in god
When he answered you
But pushed my mail aside like spam
I converted
I lived happily
I became humanist spiritualist
So ask me again why i dont believe in god
When im happier without him
When im still depressed but with hope
So ask me again to ‘find god’
When I wasn't the one who lost him
I escaped him
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM UTC
I decided to gather some Intell
To find some skulls and antlers
But I never thought I would be found
In the forest
The first place to find the deer skulls
And antlers
But alas the fall leaves
Are in the way of the sights and sounds
I try to uncover everything
But there we just too many leaves
But I shall try another day to find the bones I want
For my healing,
Healing that I need to do
After a horrible relationship
A relationship that boardered on abusive
Psychologically abusive!
Seeing the forest
I see my hospital
My pharmacy and my doctors office
We should still be intouch with nature
And reap the benefits emotionally and physically
When we still can
Skulls, antlers and crystals my medication
Other than the crap from the actual drug store!
As some people find this strange and even evil,
It is a more healthy coping mechanism
Than the ******* bottle or the drugs, or cigarettes!
I find anything is better then the bottle or destructive
Behaviours of man
That is why I got to the forest to find
Heal and
This is my hospital
This forest Is my doctors office
And pharmacy
As well as my western medication too
This helps me cope with life and loss!
So why don’t you go out in the bush and find something.
This thanksgiving I am thankful for the nature
And it’s healing properties
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
We do not sleep. Our all-seeing eyes do not close to rest.
Our ethereal bodies don’t have such mundane needs.
But we do dream.
Vivid imaginations are one of our token traits.
Through our dreams, we create schematics and prototypes.
We test theories and explore ideas in our superconscious minds.
After all, human…
What is mankind if not
a dream that the gods
decided to write down
in dirt and blood?
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
~
*Ladies-in-waiting
reflecting on
a fragile state of mind
precarious creatures, these
hunters of coal
that outlines both
eyes and words
black paint for blue girls,
they pray in a circle
for their queen's wedding night
to be one of celebratory rapture
deep into the looking glass
they peer for a sign,
a soul, a stigma,
but cannot see
beyond their own glib faces
a universe ago they
caparisoned as pixies
in sunflower corsets,
twirling in a centrifugal forest
tonight in eclipse,
in their all-together,
they merely wear masks
of their former selves
the firelight dramatically shifts
in bacchanalia pratfall
--the oblong menace
of their smiles, fingers and navels
dancing to the age of Sideria*
~
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
They get the holidays they stole from us
They get Ostara, Yule and Samhain
Easter, Christmas and Halloween
They get the crosses on greeting cards
Their bibles in store aisles
They are praised for those crimes against us
How they hung and hunted us
Drowned and undressed us
They get to stand on their pedestals with megaphones
Outside of schools and businesses
Door to door through neighborhoods
And preach about their hate
Tell us no matter what we believe
If it is not God then it must be sin
That if they do not stop us
Then Lucifer will win
Warts on noses, green skin and greasy hair
That is how a witch is pictured everywhere
Cackling and cursing, evil, wicked and vile
That is the image that they gave to us after they robbed and ***** us
They mock us in their media and treat us like comedies
Turn our magic into fiction and throw out the science
They make a mockery of our practice, spread all these lies of what it is not
Take the death card in tarot, the Tv says it means you’ll die
But a witch will tell you it means a new chapter of your life
Double double toil and trouble
Just once I’d like to see their plans foiled
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Watch as we rebuild from the rubble
Never ask us why we have such anger
Why we don’t want to stand around your manger
Because when people say the word witch
They say it like they call a woman *****
Oct 14, 2022
Oct 14, 2022 at 1:04 AM UTC
They say when one door closes another opens.
100 more have opened in its place
This don't will never shut.
I drank of his blood
Swam in his tears
I watched the flames surround me
And come out the other side
I waged war with the demons within
I found peace in His grace
I found love in a ravens embrace
Hold a gun to my head
And I have lived 1000 more times
They say when one door closes another opens.
The next door is open
Time now for the next greatest adventure
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Shadows of winter remain here
Unclad by the early spring sun
Echoes chilled by the passing time
Seasons rebuild nature’s beauty
Torn between worlds, the then and now
Reborn in the cool forest glades
Life on earth must return again
In the blessed birth of springtide’s call
Walking amid awakening trees
Sleep talking and stretching out limbs
Towards pale sun rays stirring the ground
The age-old tale is told again
Turning away from winter’s blues
The seasons turn in verdant hues
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Everyone loses their way
Lost in their chasmic minds
Lost in their bismol worlds
Lost in their abysmal emotions
Some find a light to guide their way
A melody; a sign; a feeling
Others search for a distraction
Someway to forget the failure and lose the guilt
But for me, Hermes guides my path
Like a soul into Hades,
He always brings me home
Back from my friendly worm named Loneliness
Back from my terrible sense of direction
Back from my endless attempts at self sabotage
He makes me see the truth; the reality; the destination
Everyone is all so full of deceit and corruption
Pleasing themselves by pleasing others
Becoming someone else to be above all others
Blinded by envy and seething with a jealous rage
They hold out their open hands to me
But he whispers in my ear
"It's all a lie"
And I keep my hand down by my side
And watch as they go to the next person
Holding their hands out just the same
And chaining the gullible fools with honeyed words and empty promises
Binding to them now like a contract over their souls
Enslaved to the whims of the corrupt
He has me dream of lands across the sea
Speaking a tongue that is not mother to me
I fall in love with these foreign things
The sights he sends me, the sounds, the smells
All the excitement of leaving to somewhere new
With no fear of the unknown, trusting only
In the path on which he guides me
I see it now, so far away
I reach my hand out and I feel it on my fingertips
I close my eyes and the words slip into my mind
With every phrase I learn, the freer I become
And I walk his path with knowledge I am safe
In meditation he guides me
On a starlit beach I find myself sinking my feet into the sand
Swiftly he approaches with a grin
He holds his hand out to me and I feel at ease
No strings or "you-owe-me's" await
And with winged feet he sends me back
Gently placing me in my body
And I awaken safe and sound
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
There is only one true God
So I was told
All others are false
It is He that rules
It was Him who created life
Yet the old stories of others linger
Those who He has proclaimed as false
Those who came before him
He is a jealous man
Hellbent on **********
His followers wish to conquer in his name
To burn all the other gods from the sky
But they refuse to leave
They linger in myths and stories of old
His dark desires will not ***** them out
A dictator in disguise
No more say I
Bring back the gods of old
The tales of the Greeks
The hymns of the Hindus
The legends of the Egyptians
All the gods who were snuffed out
By His “holy” light
Which only cast a dark shadow upon humanity
They say God is infallible
Perfect beyond compare
All things good
All things great
Arrogance is His
The gods of old had faults and flaws
The gods of old suffered as we suffered
They are closer to humanity than Him
They are closer to the Earth than Him
I want the old gods back
They were better than Him
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
I saw a satyr in the woods,
A centaur in the meadow;
Travelling on, I remarked on a fawn
Hallowing out reeds for a pipe.
The world around me was green,
The water ran clear, cold and fresh,
The air I breathed was historic.
Crosses were in the future.
No Mecca to visit,
No Temple to rebuild.
I am a beach *** a sun-worshipper, a tree hugger.
I will worship the dove, not the sacrifice.
I will homage the god of the kingdom that is here,
Before she rejects her offspring.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxI3t67cspw
Listen and recite on tempo with the space between preferably
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Let us sneak past the beholders
And fall through the hedge
Twist and tuck your shoulders
Careful not to slip the ledge
Where that speaking plant rose
'Till all noise is scant
Pass the root that slows
'Nd Keep the leaf that quickens
Follow the vine that goes
Passed the sign of picking
When the lone holt rises
And the deep mire thickens
There are three stones stricken
Standing of similar sizes
There it is the time of all ages
'Nd it doesn't matter what your age is
Where the wind flower is always a toss
And where the rocks are growing on moss
I have had it with signs and maps
At this next crossroad I will try to get lost
Nothing feels familiar and I've lost all name
Here life feels only a process, maybe a game..
I'm feeling wayward
I hope you are feeling the same
Forget all clocks
We will look in each others eyes to tell time
Forget all forms
The great Dao is a mirror and you are a mime
Whistle 'gypsy' to meet a sekret of my kind
Passage to a garden of thistle and thyme
five fold colors from the canopy above
rest warm and low on the mushroom land of love
With draping crowns of brugmansia
and fragile ground of foxglove
tip toe the maze and careful where she lept
for where she landed is where many had wept
the life giving rivers we swim
are the same some were sweptt
or have you ever thought
that where you are now is where once a soul's body was left?
where one is complete
another in this life is bereft
so respekt what beyond that hedge lies
everything may be separate now, but everything is one when it dies
And if I were to shapeshift into a fish
my swirling ocean, i would call my sky
And if that fish had one wish
Would be that the world would never run dry
See your spells of intention and what you imply
dictates what your world is run by
And that is beautiful
no one can deny
But quick! cover with the shade of mind
because beholders of beauty are everywhere
yet some give the evil eye
so I shade with the hedge of night
And gaze with my third of sight
so my body can be hidden
and my soul in soaring flight
Because something in the air in the city doenst feel right
But I see it in every one of your eyes, your own starry night
if you are still weary on the path to unite
this spells scroll recite
in one lord and lady
in darkness and in light
i cast this as tinder for your soul to ignite
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
come now
i welcome you
and as the sign of my invitation
i’ll smear some of my blood over my thoughts
before i write them down
come burning
like the ember at the end of my cigarette
which i burn ritualistically
like a sacrifice for sin
come, i’ll slay swine and serpents
to lay out for you
forgive me, it is all i have to give
but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving
and not the gift
which you desire
and for your thirst
i’ll give a bitter gall
that is all
i have, for your thirst or for mine
but come
come in time
i pine
away
like every day
you ever made
i ask for no angels to herald your arrival
lest wiser men arrive
and present you with better gifts
than i can afford
come Lord
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
It's a phrase I often playfully use to describe my queer self.
("Were you ever?"my beloved Alison uniformly says in jest).
But now it seems unusually apt in another way:
As I swann around this empty house, the decor, the photos, the ornaments and old perfume bottles overwhelm me.
My head is brimming with memories as I glance past these fragments of our shared lives.
My loss is palpable and yet inescapable under this roof.
She surrounds us on the walls, hanging over us with her beaming smile amidst the family photos.
I want to escape but I can't:
In a mad way I want to believe that something of these relics around us can bring her back somehow.
She did after all carry something of the old Irish paganism with her.
But, no, this ancient shamanism is sadly absent in a room drowned out by every token of Catholicism you can think of.
It's all too much for this first born to take and yet she is still here in the tiny gaps of these precious artefacts.
Hidden away where you can't see her.
So, no, being honest right now - I'm not quite straight yet.
The head and heart will realign soon but not with this gnawingly painful grief.
Pray for me.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
I am relinquishing my fears today
No longer shall I be too afraid to be who I am
I am not ashamed of my faith
I shouldn't hide behind a decade of prosecution
We've moved past the burnings and the witch hunts
Let them come at me with their torches and pitchforks
It isn't my gods and goddesses who seeks the path of destruction
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
There are old ways that we have forgotten,
sacred to our ancestors generations ago.
Far before men named Jesus Christ
Muhammad and Confucius,
our ancestors knew the ways to live
as enduring and resilient as the seasons.
Songs and rites, gods as ancient as the
deep green forest, and stories
of the rise and fall of great men:
Chieftains, farmers, warriors, musicians
whose songs echoed over young world.
The world was harsh then, as cold
as the towering bedrock of the mountains.
We gave thanks for what we had,
both to the gods and to ourselves.
The choice was to live strong, work hard
or die like a wounded animal.
The world was fair in the days of old,
our cares cleansed through sweat
and blood, and in the crushing weight
of the labor of survival we found peace.
Today, our peace is lost. We have
nations, such foreign things,
a group of people enslaved by custom.
The green forest has become
the fireplace of a world too gray,
the unforgiving mountains mere pebbles
beneath our trembling, dying feet.
Though our lives are calm our minds
are shattered, the breezes of indifference
blowing away the forgotten ways of old.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
You say your God is your rock and your light
But light can be blinding
And rock may roll
No longer do I feel faith
In an outback church house
Singing with the preachers
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Bide the Wiccan law ye must,
in perfect heart and perfect trust.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill
An' harm ye none, do what ye will.
What ye put forth comes back to thee,
so ever mind the rule of three.
Follow this with mind and heart,
Merry ye meet and merry ye part.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Cutting through devils flesh, bones and marrows,
Healing sorrow, it's wielders never cold or shallow,
All Divinity or Nature destroyed is healed and harrowed,
Behold, the gift of the Goddess: The Sword of Shadows.
Despite cold hearts making our world a burning hell,
Despite many angels, light bearing souls, who somehow fell,
Despite those taking pleasure from greed, envy and sin,
Warm Hearts realize The Goddess is indeed our kin,
Despite endless waves of lives and death,
Despite moments when even good has lost life and breath,
Despite the sinuous evil and creeping dark,
One receives his Sword when Healthy with Halo and Heart.
For a Sword Bold of times Old, your heart must stay warm,
Even when anger for a purge starts and your mind 's a storm,
May every plot against Humanity forever fold or foil,
A Sword waiting for you, end all turmoil.
With Knowledge gained either thought the art or craft,
Sword of Shadows, Avenging all pains, even future and past...
Only tears shed are that of Love and Joy, no remorse,
To allow our dear Goddess in our world, All rejoice.
A Sword of Shadows for Hearts Brave and True,
Our Goddess Loves all, and has Sword for you.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Athena
Athena the Warrioress
Athena the Sorceress
Athena the Healeress
Athena the Priestess
Athena fights eternally for Light
Her Heart shines forever Bright
And for Eternity Athena will slay
Those who abuse sentient beings in any way
She is the One who fights for Eternity
Until all sentient beings become a Divinity
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
The Mysterious Goddess
There is a Unknown Goddess, shrouded in Mystery,
Her Temples; desecrated, destroyed since history,
Since time immemorial she has existed,
and somehow, whispers of Wisdom persisted.
The points She makes, mostly missed,
Knowledge She offers, widely dismissed,
For Her songs of virtue, and of beauty,
Are viewed as primitive, exposed so crudely.
Many sail to a far away place,
To see only followers, Legacy disgraced,
Whether be it the place; Her Sacred Books speak of:
An Imaginary Heaven or the Hell beneath us.
However She guards Wisdom like forged iron doors,
Her mind sharp like a Thousand Cleaving Sword,
Her Eyes penetrating like a piercing lance,
Yet when She see her followers, at glance...
The Universe shall sing in song and dance,
as if all for one;
and self in trance.
For darker days to come, many a day without Light or Sun,
Time, one evil and ignorant to strike war drum.
Brightly, unison, shall strike the final blow.
With the Sword of Wisdom, the Sword of Swords:
Better days for all,for evil, will lose, the final war.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC