Hospitality & Current Affairs

The world is in crying need of the ancient value of hospitality, a value that is found in cultures throughout the world, and yet so absent in much of the modern world. In my Celtic tradition it is a core value, and is historically witnessed in the person of the Irish briugu, the hosteller. In medieval Irish society the briugu was usually a prosperous farmer, some of whose prosperity was funneled to a larger good, that is providing hospitality for those who were traveling beyond the abodes of kin. Hostels were also maintained by member of the skilled professions who had received wealth due to their services, wealth some of which then got spread around. One of their most important possessions was their cauldron. The briugu was not part of military obligations and their hostels were places of the exchange of much news and information, thus providing another function important to the rural society. The hostels are an important setting in the lore, unsurprisingly, with tales like Togail Bruidne Dá Derga (The Destruction of Da Derga’s Hostel)*.




We live in a time when movement of peoples is global in nature, many people are on the roads, and many are those desperately in need of the most basic hospitality, a place to shelter from the storms of war and horror. Perhaps hearts must open before doors can, as many in this land seem to have closed hearts. May we find again the value of hospitality, and find ourselves better off for doing so.



*They were sometimes seen as being in the Otherworld or at least liminal. Interestingly, in modern Irish the term can refer to a fairy dwelling.

A Time of Lamentation

the storm comes

in blood

battering rams of


breach the gates

Erebus Phobos and Eris

stalk the avenues

ash smeared lamia wait

in streetlight

the storm comes

in the splash of blood

in the opening of

man hole covers where

hungry ghosts congregate

Somewhere a piano plays deep in the night

a song of lamentation drifts

like cigar smoke

in starlight

among the



The Holidays

Here are some pictures from the recent holidays.

First is the Antinous (and Company) shrine lit up from the Foundation Day ritual on October 30th. On that date Antinous was deified after drowning in the Nile according to Egyptian tradition, and Hadrian initiated the cultus, and the plans for the new city of Antinoopolis on the site.


The 31st was dedicated to ancestors. Kind of difficult and bumpy start this year. Couldn’t find various things. At one point tea was made and offered (I’m not a tea drinker myself) as requested back in July at the Matronae rite. I feel a much stronger connection with my maternal line, but there was this push to connect with foremothers on my dad’s side). Raw and deep.


Sunday the Grove of the Bay celebrated Samhain with a beautiful Druidic fire ritual in Fremont. A couple photos:



I made an offering to the Cailleagh and asked for storm. It started raining on the way home. It rained all night and the ground is actually wet for the first time in something like 7 months. The air so fresh today and the sky full of towering white clouds. Happy November.

Underworld: Aletheia’s Song

in the stillness

so much opens

the call of the sea

the downward thrust

leaving distraction

monkey chatter

snakes are quiet

even when they hiss

things are cool

even if the sun is bright above

there is such patience here

they can wait

these are terribly ancient ones

under the water

under the rocks

even in the slant

between the fall of light and

its absence

a dark hotel room

a cascade of memories

a loaded gun on nightstand

death near

some walk away like Orpheus

some become other like Antinous

crocodiles watch when

the snake shows itself, honor its

inscrutable face

stay observant and vigilant

for the smallest shifts,

waiting for Aletheia’s song.


Serpentine Twists of Fate

Contemplation for this day:

“Do not seek for things to happen the way you want them to; rather, wish that what happens happen the way it happens: then you will be happy.” Epictetus

Pondering Ananke today, (and for awhile actually), on this day in the Sacred Nights of Antinous. Ananke: she is fate, compulsion, necessity.

Nietzsche (from Gay Science): “I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.”

Orphic Egg
Orphic Egg

The turning of an ineffably elaborate intricacy of wheels…..

harmonizing ourselves with firinne to put it in Celtic turns; we don’t have to align with truth, but it’s fool’s play to not try to do so.

Great Change in the Ekklesia Antinoou/Sacred Nights

There is so much change going on now, some of it very painful, for example, my mother has cancer; some of it full of uncertainties, but also of promise. A couple months ago I wrote here the wind is rising In these parts (occupied lands of the Yelamu Ohlone) it is still warm, actually some of the warmest weather is usually in October, although like most places this year has been the warmest in memory. But the light feels flattened, like gilt paper with the black of night backing the other side; the awareness of the yawning otherworld felt by anyone with any kind of sensitivity. The crows cackle on the street seemingly louder than usual. And here on the brink of the continent the Land waits bone dry and parched.

Huge changes are afoot both in my personal life and in other arenas. The tide of Samhain is coming in. And the Sacred Nights of Antinous commence on the 24th with the Death of Osiris, the Pandea on the following day for the goddesses, and the Ophidia, holiday of serpent powers on the 26th. On the 27th it’s the Ananke (marking Fate) and on the 28th a high point, if sad occasion, is the Death Of Antinous, the commemoration of his drowning in the Nile. The following day is that of Antinous in the Underworld and then on the 30th Foundation Day arrives, commemorating the day when Hadrian found the body of Antinous on the riverbank, and the Egyptian priests deified Him.

Egyptian Mourning
Egyptian Mourning

However something very different colors these events this year for those of us in the Ekklesia Antinoou, which is that P. Sufenas Virius Lupus has stepped down as Magistrate (one can read the reasons on eir blog). This has brought sadness to me as e has done the foundational work of reestablishing the cultus of Antinous and has given the rest of such an immense gift in all of eir books, eir encyclopedic blog, leading of rituals and initiations, and so much else. There is discussion about how to reorganize a new system of organization once the Sacred Nights are over, and for that we can be hopeful that there will be a renewal, but nevertheless it is a shock to undergo such a change (at least for creatures of tradition like myself). Publicly, I will here state my immense gratitude for all of the work PSVL has done for the Ekklesia Antinous, for Antinous and His huge array of associated deities and other beings.