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.

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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 https://finnchuillsmast.wordpress.com/2015/08/16/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.

Brownies and Invisible Friends

I thought I’d post this excerpt From Martin Martin’s A Description of the Western Islands of Scotland (published in 1703). A fascinating glimpse into the enchanted world of the Scottish Isles in the 17th century, even if through Martin’s Protestant at times pejorative framing. That these are said to have been laid aside show the Protestant determination to disenchant at work.

My division of one paragraph into two.

They had a universal custom, of pouring a Cow’s Milk upon a little Hill, or big Stone, where the Spirit call’d Browny was believ’d to lodg: this spirit always appear’d in the shape of a tall Man, having very long brown Hair. There was scarce any the least Village in which this superstitious Custom did not prevail. I enquir’d the reason for it from several well-meaning Women, who, until of late, had practic’d it; and they told me, that it hasd been transmitted to them by their Ancestors successfully, who believ’d it was most attended with good Fortune, but the most Credulous of the Vulgar had now laid is aside.

It was an ordinary thing among the Over-curious to consult an invisible Oracle, concerning the Fate of Families, and Batles, etc. This was perform’d three different ways; the first was by a Company of Men, one of whom being detach’d by Lot, was afterwards carry’d to a river, which was the boundary between two Villages; four of the Company laid hold on him, an having shut his Eyes, they took him by the Legs and Arms, and then tossing him to and again, struck his Hips with force against the Bank. One of them cry’d out. What is it you have got here? Another answers, A Log of Birch-wood. The other cries again, Let his invisible Friends appear from all quarters, and let them relieve him by giving an Answer to our present Demands: and in a few Minutes after, a number of little creatures came from the Sea, who answer’d the Questions, and disappeared suddenly. The Man was then set at liberty, and they all returned home, to take their Measures according to the Prediction of their false Prophets; but the poor deluded Fools were abused, for the Answer was still ambiguous. This was always practiced in the Night, and may literally be called the works of Darkness.

Yes, divination and prophecy tends to be ambiguous,–I’d say by nature.