I’ve been working on a little book for some time now, a sort of follow-up to my The Spirits of Art. It will be further-reaching in its consequences, and my real hope is that it helps to guide polytheist and magical artists out of our humble little hobbyist doodling and into something more formidable. Because we are formidable. Here’s … More ‘Art and Numen’ excerpt
I’ve been working with sigils more lately. Little nuggets of magic that help in small things throughout the day, or sometimes big things that requires the coordination of spirits and gods and (possibly, probably) ancestors. I haven’t had much energy or wherewithal for much else these past few months. I have a talent for making … More Sigils
I’ve working on cultivating dreams more lately. It’s a powerful way to cultivate the self, the subtle senses, and our relationships with our gods and spirits. I’m experimenting with herbal teas, and while progress is slow, it is steady. Plant spirits aren’t toys, after all! Above is a dream I had last week: an enormous … More Dream
Worship is not reverence. Autonomy is not dignity. Epiphany is not gnosis. Distraction is not respite. Morals are not ethics. Better is not good. More is not growth. Gifts are not blessings. Pain is not suffering. Logic is not reason. Learning is not work. Symbol is not allegory.
I go on Reddit sometimes – everybody makes mistakes, though a few subs have become my go-to’s for good interior design tips and asking mechanical questions about my Jeep, though not all in the same place lol – and due to the nature of social media and anonymous internet interaction, purposes cross, people talk over … More What Is The Real World
I’ve begun re-reading Masks of the Spirit: Image and Metaphor in Mesoamerica, one of the few texts I would consider required reading for understanding Mesoamerican spiritual thought. I haven’t read the entire thing myself – it’s an extremely dense synthesis of several fields of study, including folklore, art history, and ethnography – but the few chapters I … More Unfoldings
Fighting cancer is a battle of attrition. It’s long, and it’s ugly, and it may not look like much while you’re waiting to suck down the first bag of chemo drugs, wrapped in brown plastic like some magician’s tincture in a mysterious bottle, but six weeks from now you’ll look back and struggle to remember … More The Minutiae of Big Things
